FIVE

Kyliena.

I thought one had to die to enter purgatory…not to simply fall—and I definitely wasn’t dead...Or at least I didn’t believe I had died.

“Your purgatory? What do you mean I am in your purgatory? I am not dead…am I?” I stuttered out trying to keep the confidence in my voice, how convincing it was I shall not ever know but the stranger didn’t seem to ridicule my voice portrayed.

The stranger didn’t reply waiting for me to answer his question, I guessed that he would not continue or answer any of my questions till I had answered his—I was in no position to not reply to every question he would give, it was me behind bars and he seemed to be my hope to get out of here.

It would be wise to stay on good terms with this stranger.

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