Chapter 7

"What should we do with him?"

"Normal procedures. I want to develop a few of these negatives first, if you don't mind."

"How long will the sedative you put in him last?"

"Long enough."

Jeff awoke in a very slow manner, his eyelids continuing to droop every time he tried to sit up and figure out where he was. While not immediately, it didn't take Jeff long to figure out something wasn't right. He forced his eyelids open once more, and caught a look at his surroundings. No cellmates, but the bars present clearly confirmed his original suspicions of where he was being kept.

"I can't believe this."

He felt something slip down to the floor. His eyes roamed until they spotted a cluster of five by seven photos sitting next to him. Grabbing them, Jeff glazed his eyes onto the pictures. They were pictures of him. One was Jeff stumbling backwards, one was him grabbing his shoulder after being shot with the tranquilizer, and another was the policemen kneeling beside him, smiling, laughing while he was lying face down on the floor.

Jeff felt a combination of helplessness and rage while looking at the photos. He threw them all to the floor, burying his head into his hands.

"I thought they were a little out of focus, myself." Ryan said, standing a few feet away from Jeff's cell.

"I was hoping for some pointers, actually." He laughed in a barbarous manner, taking one more snapshot of Jeff.

"I'll be sure to let you know how this one turns out."