Chapter Twelve
There were wires in her head.
The ones that hurt.
Sophia was six years old. She was lying on a table of some kind and her arms felt fizzy. They’d put an earphone in her left ear, but it wasn’t working properly because all that came out was a funny noise.
She remembered the sting.
They’d injected something into her arm. It felt weird. Above her, a fluorescent light buzzed angrily. Two men stood near her feet, their faces smudged in the dim light.
‘You are loyal to us,’ said a man with a very tired voice.
She could hear him only with her right ear. Her heart was beating really fast.
‘What are you … going to do to me?’ she asked.
But they didn’t answer.
The wires made it hurt again. Made her scream. Then it stopped. She tried to catch her breath. She trembled, couldn’
