Cherry.
The room I was being held captive in was cold.
Not the kind of cold that comes from the air, but the kind that seeps into your bones and makes you feel nothing but dread.
I thought I knew fear before. I’d been around men like Denver. I’d seen bodies vanish without a word. But this — this was different. It was like been forced to watch a horror movie all alone at past midnight.
When I decided to tell on Denver, it wasn’t some grand plan. It was anger. Jealousy. I felt used, discarded… and I wanted him to feel it too. I wanted him to bleed the way he made me bleed. I never thought I’d become a pawn in a game I thought I controlled.
Time slipped. Hours. Days. Maybe longer. The air was still the same — cold, humming, endless.
The small lab had no windows. No clocks. Nothing to m
