Chapter 9 – GhostsThe room was cold. The surface beneath her was like ice. The sound of dripping liquid could be heard from nearby. It was a sound she had become accustomed to as her days were spent strapped to the cold metal table. She couldn't understand it. Why she had been taken? She only wanted to look for her friend.
The sound of a creaking door echoed in the room. Shuffling feet entered slowly. They were different, as if they had aged greatly within the past day. That offered some satisfaction. The smooth fingers touched her skin. She felt repulsed by him. She wanted to fight. She wanted to run. She had tried for days to escape, but her bonds were too strong.
“In all my years here, I have only met one other like you.” It was a cold yet old voice.
She remained silent and still. Sh
