TWO MINUTES TO MISERY

“W-what are… you saying?” Elijah said with a stutter, his eyes betraying the next words that came from his mouth, “This is rubbish. I don’t have a hundred million dollars to give you, neither am I the heir of the West Empire.”

Hank rose back to his feet, rolling his eyes into his socket, and whined, “Do we have to go back and forth over this again and again?” he strode back to his seat, “This is not a superhero movie where you have to keep your identity. I know who you are.”

Elijah paused with the apple treat Hank gave him, hoping he could just choke on the ones he ate already, to avoid any discussion related to his identity, most especially with Hank or any of his captors.

“It could be a trick,” Elijah thought to himself.

Hank hoisted his legs on the table, crossing one on top of the other, and tilted the chair backward with his weight, “I can assure you of one thing, this is no trick,” Hank said, staring up into the wooden ceiling of the warehouse, like he’d just read his capti
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