Chapter 26: What Day Is It?
“Are you comfortable? How is the place treating you?” Alfonso jokes and I don’t find the humor in it.
“Afonso?” I say when I start to breathe again. His name comes out in a squeak. I sound weak, like a scared little mouse.
“Surprised?” Alfonso drags a chair across the floor and parks it in front of the bars. He sits down and leans back in the seat. He watches me, enjoying my reaction. There is a horrendous glint in his eyes. He’s amused by this. It’s just a game to him.
I shut down the emotions on my face and am glad he’s sitting far away because there is nothing I can do to quiet the loud beating of my heart. I won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing how scared I am.
I stand up and walk toward him. He doesn’t move as I approach. I am stuck behind the bars, after all, I can’t get much closer.