Sam clenched his fingers into the dark one's skin. "Tell me about the air bubble in her lungs." He demanded, holding his arm firmly around me. The dark one smirked, well aware he had precious information, and opened his mouth to speak. Suddenly, Sam twisted the hand of the dark one, and the sickening crunch made me clench my fists. I almost stepped away from the two, but held my ground, and quickly looked away from the bone protruding from the wrist of the black leathery skin. The dark one snarled, not in pain, but in anger. "The truth." Sam warned with a stern tone. The dark one's gaze shifted to me, focusing on my collarbone, where a drop of blood slowly made its way down my skin. Once again, Sam twisted the wrist. Another sickening crunch sent shivers down my spine. The dark one hissed angrily, revealing his blackening teeth. "He controls her with the air bubble. He knows exactly where she is at all times. The air bubble longs to return to its master, back home to its staff,
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