Chapter 15I will probably die at The Family Protection Movement Detainment Center. That has to be what this place is. I don’t know exactly where I am. I also don’t know how long I’ve been starved, beaten, and given jolts of the Peacemaker to my brain.
As I lie on my cot, bruised, smelly, and wondering why my daily t*****e hasn’t begun yet, the door to my cell opens. A dim light filters in and I squint.
The plain, pale man is back.
“This way.” His voice is as bland as ever.
I stand and walk in front of him unbound. Any attempt to struggle or run just gives him an excuse to execute me, but I’ve done well at controlling myself. I drag my scruffy bare feet, passing rows of closed doors. I wonder how many other people are locked inside; maybe Dawn’s uncle, or Malaki’s mom.
We enter the sam
