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I
lunged
for
his
eyes
with
the
nails
of
my
free
arm
.
The
Envoy
training
gave
me
the
speed
to
get
there
but
I
had
no
control
and
I
missed
.
Two
of
my
nails
drew
blood
on
his
cheek
.
He
flinched
and
jumped
back
.
"
Bitch
cunt
,
"
he
said
,
lifting
a
hand
to
the
claw
mark
and
examining
the
blood
on
his
fingers
.
"
Oh
,
please
,
"
I
managed
,
out
of
the
unnumbed
side
of
my
mouth
.
"
Do
we
have
to
have
the
script
too
?
Just
because
I
’
m
wearing
this
—
"
I
jammed
to
a
halt
.
He
looked
pleased
.
"
Not
Irene
Elliott
,
then
,
"
he
said
.
"
We
progress
.
"
This
time
he
hit
me
just
under
the
ribcage
,
driving
all
the
breath
out
of
my
body
and
paralysing
my
lungs
.
I
folded
over
his
arm
like
a
coat
and
slid
off
onto
the
floor
,
trying
to
draw
breath
.
All
that
came
out
was
a
faint
creaking
sound
.
I
twisted
on
the
floorboards
while
,
somewhere
high
above
me
,
he
retrieved
the
adhesive
tape
from
the
other
man
and
unsnapped
a
quarter
-
metre
length
.
It
made
an
obscene
tearing
sound
,
like
skin
coming
off
.
Shredding
it
free
with
his
teeth
,
he
squatted
beside
me
and
taped
my
right
wrist
to
the
floor
above
my
head
.
I
thrashed
as
if
galvanised
and
it
took
him
a
moment
to
immobilise
my
other
arm
long
enough
to
repeat
the
process
.
An
urge
to
scream
that
wasn
’
t
mine
surfaced
and
I
fought
it
down
.
Pointless
.
Conserve
your
strength
.
The
floor
was
hard
and
uncomfortable
against
the
soft
skin
of
my
elbows
.
I
heard
a
grating
sound
and
turned
my
head
.
The
second
man
was
drawing
up
a
pair
of
stools
from
the
side
of
the
room
.
While
the
one
who
had
beaten
me
taped
my
legs
apart
,
the
spectator
sat
down
on
one
of
the
stools
,
produced
a
packet
of
cigarettes
and
shook
one
out
.
Grinning
broadly
at
me
,
he
put
it
in
his
mouth
and
reached
down
for
the
blowtorch
.
When
his
companion
stepped
back
to
admire
his
handiwork
,
he
offered
him
the
packet
.
It
was
declined
.
The
smoker
shrugged
,
ignited
the
blowtorch
and
tilted
his
head
to
light
up
from
it
.
"
You
will
tell
us
,
"
he
said
,
gesturing
with
the
cigarette
and
pluming
smoke
into
the
air
above
me
,
"
everything
you
know
about
Jerry
’
s
Closed
Quarters
and
Elizabeth
Elliott
.
"
The
blowtorch
hissed
and
chuckled
softly
to
itself
in
the
quiet
room
.
Sunlight
poured
in
through
the
high
window
and
brought
with
it
,
infinitely
faintly
,
the
sounds
of
a
city
full
of
people
.
They
started
with
my
feet
.
