"Lucas, I want you to return here tomorrow at nightfall and get Lyra out of here. I am going with the children to ensure each is cataloged and removed from the list of missing and exploited children. When you bring her out, she's to be locked alone in her room until I return. No one is to go in or out of her room, other than guards. Understood?" Darren asked as the container doors were closed, locking me in the darkness with the dead.
"She can f*****g rot in there for all I care," Lucas stated, and the others grunted their agreement.
I retched at the smell as I moved toward the light that shone in from small holes, allowing fresh air into the container. The sound of chains scraping on the door echoed, and then something solid slammed against the top of it, blocking the light of the moon
