Free No Light by Devi Mara

little disturbing, isn't it?" Luke asked from behind her.
                  Sarah jumped, jerking her head around to look at him. "Farran did this?" She watched Luke's gaze move over the damage.
                  "Farran and Eitad's body," he confirmed. His eyes settled on her, again.
                  "If it had been a human?" she asked quietly, looking back at the damage.
                  "There would be nothing but splatters on the walls."
                  Sarah shivered. After a moment, she looked toward the door to Corridor One. "Is Farran in his cell?"
                  "Yes."
                  She walked toward the door.
                  "Do you want me to come with you?" Luke called.
                  Sarah shook her head, not slowing her pace. "No, thank you," she called, unsure if he heard her.
                  As she passed through the doors, she felt herself shaking. The hallway was empty beyond the first door. After the last scanner, she looked down at her hands. Small and pale, they shook violently. She shoved them in her pockets and walked toward Farran's cell. The corridor was silent, but it felt like a quiet that listened. Sarah shivered.
                  She stopped in front of Farran's door. The cell appeared dark through the screens. She stared into the darkness, feeling him staring back at her. She jerked her gaze away and walked to the wall beside his door. As she pressed the buttons to drop the screens, the door unlocked with a loud click. She jerked back.
                  Her eyes quickly moved to the door of the cell and back to the scanner. She frantically looked for the button to reengage the locks. Taking a step closer, she froze at the feeling of someone behind her.
                  "You certainly do not learn, Sarah."
                  She stiffened, feeling him come closer. She jumped when his hands hit the wall on either side of her head.
                  "I assume you know what has happened?" he growled in her ear. He let out a soft laugh at her cringe.
                  She pressed as close to the wall as possible, curling in on herself. She stayed silent.
                  He pressed closer, his rough suit brushing hers. "Are you here to reprimand me, Sarah?" His voice was darkly amused.
                  She tensed at the sound of him inhaling against the back of her neck. "No," she whispered.
                  "To make a detailed report, then?" He pressed closer.
                  Sarah gasped at the movement, panic threatening to overwhelm her. He was too close for her to turn, or breath, or think clearly. Menace rolled off of him in waves. She shook her head hard.
                  "Then why are you here," he growled.
                  Her mouth opened and then closed. She squeezed her eyes shut when he let out a snarl and flipped her around to face him. Her back hit the wall hard enough to make her gasp.
                  "Answer the question!"
                  She jerked, pressing back against the unforgiving wall. Suddenly, his hand grabbed her jaw. Her eyes flew open and she stared into his dark gaze. He cocked his head to the side.
                  "You did not sleep." His gaze moved over her face.
                  Sarah blinked at him, unable to speak even if she chose to. His thumb and little finger nearly circled her throat. The other three fingers framed the left side of her face, ending just beside her eye. It was a terrifying reminder of how much larger he was, and how easy it would be for him to break her.
                  He looked down at her with narrowed eyes. After a moment, his hand dropped to completely wrap around her throat, leaving her jaw free to move. She licked her dry