Theron nods slightly.
“That explains why you are the one who noticed the windows.”
I shrug.
“Occupational habit.”
Archie nudges me with his elbow.
“So what’s your type?”
I blink.
“... what?”
“If we’re getting trafficked I want to know if you at least have a chance of enjoying your buyer.”
Theron bursts out laughing.
“Oh my god.”
“I’m serious! Why the fuck you’re laughing?” Archie insists.
I stare at him.
“You’re unbelievable.”
He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Tall? Muscular? Covered in tattoos? Emotionally unavailable?”
I hesitate.
“... maybe.”
Archie gasps dramatically.
“Oh my god, same.”
Theron shakes his head.
“You two are a fucking disaster.”
But for a brief moment —
Despite the fear. Despite the concrete walls and the locked door and the horrible situation we’re in —
It almost feels normal.
Like three guys hanging out. Three guys who are obviously gay AF.
And then —
The door slams open.
The sound cracks through the room like thunder.
Every single person in the room freezes.