Tangled

Chapter 243

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243 Lisa: Strange Introductions

LISA

Wherever I am, it's huge.

We've taken at least three or four turns, and I've already forgotten how to get back. Was it left

it?

first, or right? The last turn was to our right. Wait... Wten how to get back. Was it left

Shit.

Every time I lag behind, trying to map this place in my head-which is little better than at toddler's scribbling at this point, with my confusion over lefts and rights-the tiny woman turns and scolds me, telling me to pick up my

feet.

Before, I would have given her some sort of smartass comment and maybe even slowed down.

But now, my body feels cold sweat at the idea of making her angry. Even if I'm a prisoner, at least I'm a clean and comfortable prisoner here. I don't want to go back to the previous standard of kidnapping.

So I shut my mouth and hurry behind, wondering how she can be so freaking fast with such tiny legs. She's probably the size of a kindergartener, but faster than a full-grown adult.

What bizarre witchcraft is that?

I force myself to focus on the path ahead, ignoring the endless parade of closed doors lining these stark corridors. No pictures, no decorations, not even a potted plant breaks up the monotony. Just door after identical door, their handles gleaming dully in the harsh overhead lighting.

The silence is oppressive. Our footsteps echo off the bare walls, amplifying the sound until it feels like we're being followed by an army. I resist the urge to look over my shoulder. "Keep up, my tiny guide snaps for what feels like the hundredth time.

I lengthen my stride, closing the gap between us. Seriously though, how can someone so small move so fast?

We round another corner, and I blink in surprise, Windows. Actual windows line this hallway, letting in natural light.

Wow.

The sun.

it in

the right. She pushes open a set of glass double doors, ushering me through with impatient

like a wall. I stumble,

massive greenhouse. Lush greenery surrounds us on

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is thick

flowers.

sweat immediately form on my skin. My simple cotton outfit, so comfortable in the

blanket of warmth pressing down on us. I trail after her, trying not to trip

walk deeper into this indoor jungle, a thought strikes me with the force of a physical blow. I could

and bolt. My guide is tiny. I could

But then what?

no idea where I am or how to get out of this place. Those endless,

punishment would await me

shake off the fleeting fantasy of freedom and hurry to catch up with my

greenhouse, where an equally diminutive old man sits at a table. His beard cascades to his feet, and

it's sized for normal adult

booster that gets him

but I'm too

I fall into the seat. The woman bows to

every bead of sweat forming on my body. I shift in my seat, wishing

anywhere. Would rather not be in

this old man that puts me at ease. A sense of warmth, of friendliness, radiates from him. It's

we've never met.

After everything I've been through, I should be on high alert. Instead, I find myself relaxing in his presence, my guard lowering despite my best

has to be some kind of trick. Maybe they've drugged me. Maybe this whole setup is designed to lull

security.

force myself to stay alert. I won't fall for whatever game

his Ble. 1

study him, searching for any hint of malice or deception. His wrinkled face

unhurried as he reads.

movements

aside. His gaze meets mine, and I'm struck by the intensity in his eyes. They're old eyes, yes, but sharp and clear, almost terrifying

he says, his voice surprisingly strong

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