TRUE MONSTER.

    “This is your last chance! Tell me where the Rayburn girl is!” A grumpy police official in his mid-forties, aggressively pound his fist against the small wooden desk at the center of the interrogation room, hoping to scare the young man tightly handcuffed to the table and firmly seated on the opposite side.

    Judging from his appearance the boy could already guess that he was not a simple man to deal with. He was neatly attired with his name tag ‘Bradford Watts 6321’and noticeably decorated with three red stripes on the shoulder of his brownish cream uniform indicating his high level of authority. Surely he was there seeking results.

     “Like I said, I don’t know where she is!” Nate huffed irritably, his heart burning with rage at the thought of how quickly things have escalated.

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