“Zeus T, take a seat at the table,” Frank announces over the intercom. It was minutes before nightfall. They were cutting it close if they planned to move them to the common room. Kristen left Aaron’s room with him close behind and took a seat. When they were all seated, the locks to their individual cell doors clicked into place. They were locked out of their rooms—no access to the bathroom, or the comforts of their beds and couches.
The door opened, and a guard pushed in a cart with bottled water, then left. “Participants will remain in this room for the night,” Frank instructed, and the room fell silent. Kristen glanced around at the faces of her mates. Each man wore a similar expression, unfazed.
“Well, this is new,” she said to no one in particular and stood. She paces the edges o
