Chapter 5
*You are now Natara Williams*
I slammed the bedroom door behind and pressed my full body weight up against it. My heart was racing, and I was struggling to catch my breath. After a few moments, I heard Mal's heavy footsteps follow me up the stairs before hearing his voice. He was trying to tell me something through the door, but I had no idea what he was saying. The only thought I had on my mind was from back when I was in that torture chamber. From when I was being strangled. All I could hear was Mallory's cold voice, and what he was saying to me.
"Come on Special Agent Williams, talk! Try to say something!" He let out a cruel laugh, while tightening the rope that was tied around my neck. I weakly pawed at the noose, trying to break free from its inevitable death grip. Red, white, and black spots began to dance in my vision.
"It looks like our fine fed friend won't be telling us any more stories." Mallory spat at me, before I eventually succumbed to the lack of oxygen and passed out.
I snapped back to reality with the vibration of the bedroom door being knocked on by Mal's pounding fist. Unsteadily, I staggered over to the bed and laid down, sobbing.