Soon after the lock clicks shut another one clicks open. It's the one across the glass.
I see Zane shove Jonah into the room. Jonah, of course, looks physically unharmed, but I'm sure it's because he has healed. Jonah's hands are bound by something. It must be some piece of work to keep Jonah in check . . .
I want to run and try to smash the glass, but I know Zane is smarter than that. I'm as trapped as Jonah. Zane pushes Jonah onto the upright table and restrains him there. I don't like the look of the maybe-rust on those knives . . .
Jonah makes eye contact with me and I can see in his eyes what he has been through to save our planets.
Part of him is happy to see me, and the other part is dismayed that I have come here and risked myself.
I open my mouth to say something, but Zane flicks his hand and Jonah starts writhing in agony, gritting his teeth not to scream. I try to keep calm; if Zane sees he's getting to me he'll make it worse. Don't look away. Don't-
After what feels like forever Zane stops, and Jonah sinks against the restraints. Zane looks at me and I try to put on an indifferent face. Zane grins.
"You always were a horrid liar," he says, and picks up a knife from his little table. My hand clenches into a fist.
Zane held the point of the knife against Jonah's cheek. I watch in horror as he pushes the knife into his face and reaches for another. This one he stabs through his neck. The next his chest . . .
A tear falls from my eye and I have to turn away. I try to compose myself but hear the whirring of one of his arrows and a scream, and something snaps. I yell and pull the chair off the ground, throwing it at the glass. The chair bounces off, but Zane looks at me in surprise.
I wipe tears from my eyes and yell, "Stop it! Stop it, please! Whatever you want from me, fine, just leave him alone!"
Zane looks triumphant. "You know, all I really want is for you and Prettyboy here to suffer. Isn't that what the war was all about? But. I will be merciful, and give you the chance to possibly be free so I can capture you again and start the process over. Just hit the red button in front of you."
I know I shouldn't hit the red button. The red button probably unleashes some horror I can't even imagine upon Jonah. But then he will let us go. Except he might be lying. I look at Jonah, poor Jonah, with knives all in him and bags under his eyes . . . His head nods slightly, and I push the red button.