TE16 Turkish Delight

While Thomas is Falling I don’t even know such pictures existed—I still doubt they do actually. This is all the work of yellow journalism. How am I going to prove there aren’t any pictures? What am I going to do if they say I’m the only one who knows where they are, I came here because I know where they are? What if they ask me to go and get them, what if they are holding Maria somewhere else? Oh God… And Seniha? Is she really dead? Did she really commit suicide or was she murdered like they say? And the story mentioned an organization. What organization? Why would a group of people hunt down a model and kill her? Did Thomas know she died? Did he truly love her? Why didn’t this “organization” come after him too? Was I kidnapped by the same people that killed Seniha? Are they going to kill me too? ButWHY? And, please, not Maria… I was getting colder and colder and battling with such thoughts when the metal door of the cellar squeaked open. I wasn’t wrong! The man who came in as a translator, whatshisname, Rıza! It was him! He picked up a stool and placed it right across me. Sat on it and crossed his legs.

“Do you know why you’re here?”

“Why? What do you want from me?”

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