Chapter Twelve
It was a normal medical room, like the one they’d taken me to when the doctor had re-fixed my leg. Or at least, it had been a normal room before the Incorporation had gotten to it.
The gurney was gone, replaced by a bed with a white, fitted sheet. Curtains had been set up in both back corners of the room, creating little changing areas. A call button had been added beside the door like somehow that made up for the lock they’d placed on the outside to keep their victims trapped. Extra lights had been hung from the ceiling, and men with cameras crowded in by the bed, but I assumed they’d all be swept away as soon as the photo shoot from Hell ended.
“Both of you back into the changing areas,” Director Holbeck ordered.
I stepped back into my corner, pulling the curtain to cl
