Snippet #2501793

I turned to her as she got closer and she hugged me. My eyes widened a bit for her grip was tight. I couldn't blame her, she really was by herself when she was taken hostage. I looked down and hugged her back, almost like a father would. I waited for her to let go and went over to on of the idle chairs that were a bit dusty. I swiped off the dirt with my hand and placed it down in front of her, asking, "Have a seat." I searched around the place and found a small pouch with my antidote in it. I picked up a chair and slid it about 6 feet in front of her, taking out one of the flask of the cloudy fluid. I looked to my right hand and saw the rash-like burns getting worse.

I drank the small vial and coughed a little bit. Having the strength to knock out the average man, it is a very strong drink even for such a small brew. The steaming bruises on my hands stopped fizzing and returned to their normal color. I sighed and leaned forward slightly still trying to get over the stinging pain. After a few moments I flicked my head upwards, almost forgetting I had a guest. I asked, "So, Satey. Can you tell me about your father? Did he make the president angry? Why would the president kidnap you?" I sat up as I said these words, trying to give as much attention as possible.