“This is your bed. When you hear the bell, go to the window over there to receive a tray of food and water,” the Handler says before reaching into a bedside stand that had a few drawers and taking out a red dress, putting it on the bed.
“Underwear?” Dakota asks, looking at the dress.
“You don’t need it,” the Handler says, walking away.
Dakota looks over to the woman that is gagged and tied up with a drip to her arm and a feeding tube through her nose. The woman’s eyes are open and looking at Dakota making her feel uncomfortable.
Dakota takes the red dress that looks more like a hospital gown than anything else and puts it on before walking over a sitting area of tables and chairs. Dakota got bored sitting around so she walked to each of the WICS’s beds, all seeming to wake up from what
