CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
PRIYAA soft, almost inaudible buzzing swirls around me as I sit in a new cell. Physically, I’m no longer in the white room. Mentally, I never left. I open my eyes: white. Close my eyes: white. I’m a servant to the all-consuming pallor.
“3-5-6-8-5-3. Get up,” a random low voice instructs.
Rocking back and forth with my arms wrapped around myself, I turn to the Red Guardians who stand in my cell with me. I flinch.
“f*****g stand!” the voice says.
Petrified, I rise and follow them down the hallways, that have become my home. I’m being led to the room. It has a white chair and a little white box with a screen on it in the middle of it.
“Into the bathroom. Clothes off,” says the Guardian.
“I don’t have any clothes on. I’ve been naked since I arrived here.”
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