Chapter 2-2
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Sal sat on the cold stone floor, leaning back against Markus’ chest and enjoying the warmth from his body and his arms. Most of the other prisoners were asleep, huddled together for warmth or curled up under any scraps of material they could find. The air was damp and cold.
“I love you Sal,” Markus whispered in her ear. “I want to stay with you forever.”
Tears started to fall down Sal’s face, and she hugged Markus’s arms closer to her.
“I love you too,” she replied, turning her head as far as she could. “But I’m scared. Sometime soon we’ll be split up. We’ll never see each other again.”
Sal suddenly found herself laying on the floor, staring up at a now standing Markus. Had he just shoved her away?
“It can’t come soon enough for me,” he said, sneering at her. “I can’t wait to be away from you, you disgusting piece of shit.”
He spat on her then turned away, stalking towards the open cell door and the guards waiting there. Sal lay on the floor. As the shock faded she curled into a ball, sobbing at the betrayal.
“Sal…”
She looked up in surprise. It was Markus, but not the Markus who had just plunged a knife into her heart. His face was tight with concern and his voice was soft. She tried to stifle the sobs, unsuccessfully.
“I couldn’t leave you, Sal,” he said, still gently.
Her heart leapt for a moment, warmth filling her body. Ice replaced it as she remembered his words of just a moment before. Markus smiled and warmth replaced the ice again.
He held out his hand towards her. It took her several moments to realise it wasn’t empty. It held a gun, so black it seemed to suck in the cell’s dim light.
“I couldn’t leave you alive.”
Sal just had time to register his words before the gun fired. Her body jerked repeatedly as the bullets struck home.
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