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The White Noise cah my temples I couldn’t keep the cry in Sweat streaony, off pain, on agony, off pain I couldn’t catchof unconsciousness away I couldn’t sleep I couldn’t leave this moment They would kill me I wouldn’t be able toI wouldn’t be able to

"Who sent you?"

"Fuck you!" I shouted right back in his face

I braced --to prepare h ainst the restraints I heard the crack, felt it inside ofapart The PSF behind the camp controller only watched i as I vo just short of ave a silent wave of his hand toward the PSF, who reached for the White Noise device again

"Not the Children’s League," O’Ryan said over the hurricane of sound shredding my overloaded nerves "It couldn’t be them So who?"

I heard the echo of it even when it switched off, white spots sparking behind ht-five" He leaned over led flash drive in front of it "What was on this? Tell me, and I proripped ht-five, you should know I have no quale I sucked in a sharp breath, licking the blood that had run froe

He turned back toward the PSF,up er man and I reachedI reached

O’Ryan held up the White Noise device in one hand, his service pistol in the other

"Which would you prefer?"

I have to walk out of here

The gun ca upthe edge of reater pleasure than to see your brains scraainst this floor Tell ht-five, and I’ll stop this It’ll all be over"

I want to live