Page 108 of Irreversible

I watch with a flimsy heart and tear-glazed eyes as the guard bends over the man, reaching for his bag.

Time stops.

My blood freezes.

In a blink, everything changes. Shifts.

The walls shrink. The room closes in on me.

I stare, shellshocked, as the burlap sack is removed from the man’s head.

Slapping a hand over my mouth, I let out a strangled cry of disbelief while horror surges through me like a deadly tsunami.

It can’t be.

This isn’t real.

No.

No, no…

NO!

Isaac goes still, taking in the moment.

Drinking in the sound of my blood-curdling screams.

My devastated heart.

Everything around me spins and blurs as I collapse to the floor with a thunderous wail.

“Jasper.”

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Well…

Fuck.

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This.

Isn’t.

Real.

Both hands clamp around my mouth, doing little to stifle my cries. I’m rattled to the bone. Shocked. Siphoned of strength, unable to keep my legs from crumpling underneath me.

He’s dead.

Jasper isdead.

Falling to my knees, I race back in time to those first few harrowing months in captivity. I recall my broken heart, my weepy, mournful pleas to the other victims.

Mary.

She had no reason to lie to me.

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