Blood Sacrifice by Q Turner

Author:Q Turner [Turner, Q]
Language: eng
Format: azw
Publisher: Q LLC
Published: 2023-11-18T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 27

Introductions

Rita Shor

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t was a simple string of numbers that the Abu Jahim AI auditor wouldn’t be able to detect on any banned words or information lists. The numbers were too short to be lottery numbers, contained symbols that matched no social security identification, and were far too long to be an incomplete street address. There was no reason for them to be blacked out.

That simple string of numbers held the coordinates to the most important social gathering of the Isulum Kani, and I’d convinced a young, impressionable girl to give them to me. And in turn, I simply left the letter out, open on my bed.

Alvira said that way I was guiltless, but convincing myself of that was impossible.

Who would spare Donara Sokolo of whatever would come? Alvira never made it clear. Instead, she met with a so-called reporter, and they whispered through iron bars in Yaku.

I traced the raised bumps of the Ishti tribal scar Alvira had given me. Then, with a sigh, I notified the guards that I was open to an interview with The Daily.

It wasn’t long after that that Alvira was taken by Waseda guards.

“We warned you about tattooing inmates in the Ishti way,” the guard said. “You’re getting two weeks in solitary.”

Alvira’s guttural screams made my heart flutter in fear as the Waseda guards threw open her cell and dragged her out.

“She can’t be left alone. She’s just gotten back. Rita!” She called, thrashing, and flailing as the guards carried her out. “You have to protect her. RITA!” The following days were filled with waiting and dread. Until at last, the day came. I paced my cell, wringing my hands together, awaiting Sana Đumić‘s arrival.

I glanced down at my legs. They looked thinner than they ought. I’d been dropping weight since my return due to the pains that had persisted and a lasting taste on my tongue. Iron, I still tasted bloody, Sokolo elixir every time I ate, and the bland prison food wasn’t masking the taste.

I hissed a breath in, clasping my hand to my jaw. The shooting pain in my jaw felt like it was getting worse. To distract me and calm my nerves, I moved to my bed and read Donara Sokolo’s most recent response.

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