Welcome to stories from Among the Stars. You're listening to The Last Watch by J.S. Dewas.

Chapter 9.

48 hours, not half bad.

He'd lasted longer than he'd expected, to be honest.

Cavalon had been following Bray down long corridor after long corridor, and with every turn it became increasingly clearer where they were headed,

the hangar.

Those creative punishments, Rake mentioned,

he wasn't an idiot.

Hangers were home to one of the few things he dreaded more than Rakes Wrath,

Airlocks.

He'd heard enough horror stories of marauders wandering the inward expanse to have earned a proper fear of the ways in which one

could turn an airlock into a torture device, sensory deprivation, slow drawn-out depressurizations, or what had to be far, far worse, the opposite, hacking

the controls and over-cranking the pressure.

At least Hypoxia would offer some fun hallucinations or make you sleepy and oblivious after a time.

But being slowly drowned in an excess of atmospheric gases until your cell membranes disintegrated,

collapsing your lungs, detaching your retinas,

while being overcome with vertigo and convulsions all while puking your guts out?

No thanks.

Rake didn't seem the needless torture type at least.

A little tightly wound maybe, but nothing a couple of weeks on a beach in the outer core drowning herself in cocktails wouldn't fix.

So he had to assume if she bothered killing him, she'd probably do it quickly.

He blew out a long breath and sideline. she'd probably do it quickly.

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