“Peter! That’s not you again is it?” the patroller laughed. He flexed his muscles, perhaps for the gods to admire. “You know what happens to naughty little boys, eh? Don’t want a repeat of last time do we?”
The man crouched closer, folding against himself. He was still panting, but was clearly trying to hide the noise of his breath.
Jade's grandmother’s voice rang in her mind as the officer tapped his club against his outer thigh. “Their society is not like how ours used to be. It’s fear, it’s ignorance. They do what they’re told and don’t know any better. The simplest mistake is grounds for torture.”
Jade strained her eyes again, trying to find what didn’t want to be seen.