“No!” I lunged. I tried to catch her head, but my wrists were tied. One of Jason’s men shoved me back.
Jason turned away, angry and cold. “You’re wasting my time,” he said, “Why won’t you confess, Amber? Do you like seeing your sister suffer?”
“I don't know where Julius is, please stop, you'll kill her,” I sobbed.
He turned to Chloe. “You wanted corneas for your experiment, right?”
My blood froze. I felt the ground disappear.
“No,” I croaked. “You can’t. She's just a child —”
He cut me off. “I’m not a monster, Amber, I won’t touch your sister, it’s your mother. That old cow has lived long enough, don't you think? Or will you tell me where my son is now so I can spare her?”
“I didn't take your son, Jason, stop this madness!” I screamed.
“You won’t confess? Fine,” He pulled out his phone and barked an order. “Doctor, prepare the OR. Take her corneas. Start now.”
His men pushed me down a chair and shoved a phone into my face. They showed me a live video feed from the hospital OR.
My mother lay on the table, tubes in her nose, her hand pale under the light. Doctors were preparing instruments. The sound of a monitor beep raced in my ears.
“No! Stop that camera—” I screamed.