Chapter 8 By Green All of the Wang Group hostages had not slept for over 24 hours. Their Sunside guards made sure of it because once a Dreamer was asleep, their Dreamselves could power up in the Dreamworld. In the physical world, they were just regular human beings held at gunpoint. Some Wang Group members were held in separate facilities away from the rest. Roshani was one of them. She sat in a cold metal chair, her wrists cuffed and her eyelids constantly drooping. Her ears rang from the repeated horns that the Sunside guards blared every so often to keep her awake. A metal table was placed between her chair and the second chair across from her; they were the only furnishings in the otherwise drab and empty room lit by the single blinding lamp hanging from the ceiling. The sound of a door opening behind her made goosebumps pop along Roshani’s arms. Boots clicked briefly against the smooth gray floor and then the all-too-familiar red jacket appeared in her line of sight. “Roshani, Roshani, Roshani,” sang the infamous leader of Sunside. “You look so tired! Why don’t you go to sleep?” “Freya,” Roshani said evenly. “What do you want?” “Always to the point,” Freya sighed, batting her lashes. “Can’t we have a simple conversation? A talk over tea? Lay back, relax, and act as best friends?” “I couldn’t stand even pretending to be associated with you,” said Roshani. “Let alone BFFs. What do you want?” Freya smiled and gracefully sat down in her seat on the other side of the table. “It almost feels like you’re running the interrogation,” Freya said. “We had better change that.” The piercing blast of the horn so close to her ear made Roshani screech; she would’ve jumped out of her seat if she hadn’t been tied to it. Her eardrums threatened to split from the sound and her head was ringing, ringing, ringing. The Sunside guard that had snuck up behind her stepped back at a wave from Freya. “My turn to ask questions,” Freya said. “Where is the Emotion Manipulator?” “What an unexpected question,” Roshani grumbled, still
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