Mr.G, who typically stays even keel, tone changed abruptly from playfully talking about cuss words to a tone Luther couldn’t grasp.

“Luther, this is an assignment you may not return from!”

At that moment a sinking feeling of despair took over Luther, he knew Mr. G has a sense of humor but would never play like this.

“Sir not return?” “Did I do something wrong? I know I’m not perfect but tell me, I can fix this.
I’m sure of it.”

“Luther, pull it together! This is why I wanted to explain everything. You didn’t do anything wrong. The reason you may not return is because, I want you to return to the place you escaped!”

Luther, now in a cold sweat. “Mr G I fought an eternity to escape that place. Do you remember how I looked when I arrived here?” Flashes of Torture techniques used on him flash in his head.
“Yes Luther, I remember quite well.”

“Mr.G, half my face was missing the other half dead burned flesh. My skin pulled off exposing my muscles and tendons. Not to mention the rips and tears all over from being beaten with those damn chains.

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Do you know even though I’m here, I still have nightmares about those chains.”