“Nobody escapes,” Alirio said, very sure of it.
“Shaysh who?” the soldier smiled. Or tried to. His attempt made his face even more terrifying.
“Nobody ever has,” Alirio shook his head as he said it.
“Eshcapesh happen all the time,” the soldier insisted, “Maybe not from thish island, not in a long time, but they happen.”
“Surely we would know…,” Alirio started to say.
“Why? ‘Caushe the Mashtersh would be real eager to sshare that with their shlaves?” the soldier made his horrific smile again.
The soldier picked up his helmet, examining the rim and the visor before speaking again.
“Look. I’m gonna make it shimple,” he put the helmet on, his voice replaced with the deep, clear tone that characterized the Taskmaster’s soldiers, “You do exactly as I say, and I’ll help you and your lover escape.”
Alirio narrowed his eyes, “This is a trick.”
“No tricks,” the soldier stood, “Either I blame you for breaking your friend out of here, or…” the soldier made a gesture with his hand, as if implying the rest of his sentence was obvious.
“Or what?” Alirio asked
“Or,” the soldier rested his hand on his pistol, “I could just kill the both of you.”
Alirio looked to the door.
The soldier shook his head, “I wouldn’t.”
Alirio slowly nodded, “If you think you can…I mean…I’m not even sure what we’d do with our freedom.”
“Anything you want,” the soldier said, “That’s the idea.”