THIRD PERSON POV
They dragged Storm through the warehouse and the sound of her boots scraping against the concrete echoed too loud in the open space. The lights stayed too bright and unforgiving as every man they passed turned to watch.
Storm didn’t fight this time and she didn’t waste energy against grips she already knew she couldn’t break. So she let them move her while she watched everything instead.
Doors and angles and distance and numbers. The layout stayed in her head and she built it piece by piece while they forced her forward.
They pushed her through a metal door and into a smaller room. The air changed immediately and lost the open echo of the warehouse and settled into something tighter and more controlled.
The chair in the center waited. They shoved her down into it
