"I'll talk," Yunera spoke. "Set me free, and I'll talk."
The prison den paused.
Zimmer, wide-eyed, stared at her in disbelief. The other prisoners glanced her way, their mouths unfolding to fit an egg.
Hans's body jerked, slowly cascading into a slow chuckle.
"Is this some kind of a joke?" he gripped the metal bars barring her face. "I can force you to talk now while I ignore your absurd demand."
"The pills," Yunera cut him off. "You have seen them, right?"
She whispered loud enough for Hans to hear, but too faint for the room to ignore.
He frowned, suspicion brewing inside. She knows something.
"Uncuff her."
The prisoners, Zimmer included, were stunned to speak.
"You-, Yunera!" He looked at her. "What did you say to him?"
"Zimmer, you poor thing." Yunera shot a grin at him. "He's allured of my beauty, hot shot."
"Damn you, whore!" Zimmer struggled along the chains, banging them hard against the cold, metallic bars.
A Conscript dashed over and pointed a gun at him.
