“Are you alright?” Angelique whispered.
I struggled to get to my feet. My head was pounding and my eyes wouldn’t focus. “What the …?”
“They construct excellent prisons,” Angelique said.
She was delicate looking. Long pale blonde hair and large blue eyes. But she didn’t appear frightened.
“Prisons? How is this a prison? Where are the bars? There aren’t even any fucking walls.”
Angelique extended her arm and immediately a shower of light particles sprayed the air between us.
“They don’t need walls,” she said.
So that was what made me lose consciousness. “Holy shit.”
— To Be Continued —