Passenger 327
There comes a moment in every game of poker where the bluff is over. I stand over Jenna, my feet firmly planted on the hardwood floor. She"s bound tight to the bed, her wrists chafing against the rope with every movement. Sweat slips down her forehead and cheeks as she whimpers about the heat radiating from the walls, smothering her like a blanket.
"One more sound," I growl, "and it"ll be me smothering you instead."
She rolls her eyes like it"s a dare.
I step closer and attempt to lock eyes with the defiant young woman before me.
"We don"t have much time left," I say, pacing back and forth in front of her. "You"ve been here days now and still no progress."
She remains silent, her jaw tense like a taunt, inviting me to keep talking.
"Look," I say, "you need to become An
