The voices in the room settled into an uncomfortable buzz at the back of my mind. My knees were starting to hurt from being pressed into the cold tiles for so long, I knew for sure they were going to bruise.
I flinched when Salvatore turned to me, my hand going to my cheek. There was an unreadable expression on his face when he registered the movement.
"Can I use the bathroom?" I asked him in a monotone voice. "I need to take permission for that too. Don't I?"
"Sure," he answered through gritted teeth. "Do whatever you want. But don't think this is a chance for you to escape. The entire building is heavily guarded."
I glared at him as I stood up. My legs had turned into jelly from kneeling for so long which made me momentarily lose balance and fall into his lap.
"I…I'm sorry," I muttered, scrambling to get up only for him to pull me back down.
