Trap

When had things ended like this? I could feel when the sudden turn made me slam my head against the door again. That should be the fifth time this has happened; he must have been walking in circles on purpose. I tried not to think of anything, hoping that Logan would get us out of this as soon as possible, but he might take a while.

— We’ll be there soon. Don’t you think you’d better put that fleabag bitch out?

— She’s still human. Looks like nobody’s survived his bite yet. So the only thing that’s gotten into her so far is his dick.

Didn’t anyone survive? How could they know something like that? Why wouldn’t Logan tell me that? I could feel my head throbbing. Why did he keep hiding things from me? All he thinks of me is that I’m just a burden.

Logan, your name repeated itself countless times in my mind. I could do that again, couldn’t I? Get into your subconscious. I want to kick your fucking ass right now, Logan Striker, you big idiot.

I felt the darkness suck me out again. First it