“What-what do you want?” he whispered hoarsely through cracked and bleeding lips.
The multiple tiny figures stared at him. Their eyes were…they were ancient, horrifying, knowing.
“Secrets you are privy to, would be a good place to start,” the one who stood in front of the others hissed.
He wasn’t sure, but he thought a grin crossed the luminescent creature’s face. It seemed to move somewhere near where a mouth should be anyway. His striptape-bound hands fidgeted with the tiny UCAS flag lapel pin he had palmed during his capture.
“If it will get me out of this…anything,” he told it, his eyes wild.