"Um, hello?" Samur titled his head, as if he couldn't understand the reason behind my reaction.
Is he kidding me? No, right, he WAS kidding me.
But how could his acting be so perfect?
Did he fake everything? Was his every expression, every word, every emotion, a façade?
Is it possible? Is it truly possible imitate the emotions of a torture victim to such an extent?
Did Samur truly lie to me?
That's what he claims.
Which means he lied to my heart.
It means that everything I felt for him was absolutely meaningless.
I was reminded of a past I had buried deep inside me. I was once again exposed to the dreary, sleepless nights, and I had once again subjected myself to the screams of agony and eyes full of terror of those people.
And for what?
For a fucking joke?
Is that it? Have I returned to my hell just to let Samur have a laugh or two?
Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable.