Emily woke from her restless sleep with the metallic clang of the door. Her head had been whirling through half-formed escape strategies and dreams when reality arrived like a chilly wave. Straining against the restraints holding her to it, she shot straight into the chair. Under the strong glare of the fluorescent lights, the once-sterile white room seemed even more threatening. The shadows appeared to be mocking her powerlessness by moving with their own life.
The door creaked slowly and deliberately, and the guy from before walked in. Though his face stayed dark, his presence was clear and forceful and frightening. Emily strained to concentrate on him, her pulse racing, hoping for some indication of pity or forgiveness. Rather, his eyes gleamed coldly and deliberately.
"Good, you're
