C76 Cruel lie

As the dreaded words left Monet's mouth, he walked out of the room along with Marcus, like a dog he was.

And then Milton stood before me. Looking down right into my eyes, a sick smirk tugged at the edge of his lips. His clean shaved head shone under the bulb that hung right above him.

And when he took out a small shiny thing from his back pocket, a tremor ran down my spine