Laura
“Time to go,” Hoover says as he opens my cell’s door, and I must focus for a moment to register his words.
I have not left this room since … f*ck, I do not know. Time has lost meaning since they locked me in here. I have a shower, toilet, bed and television. Nothing else. No clocks or windows to tell if it is day or night.
“Come on, I don’t have the whole day,” he hurries me when I still do not move.
“Where are you taking me?” I ask suspiciously and throw my legs off the bed. Besides feeding me three times a day, nobody enters here. After they stopped interrogating me, they have not taken me out of this place.
“Home,” he pulls his face in what I assume is a smile.
“R … really?” I stutter and stare at him in disbelief. “You’re not going to kill me?”
“I might if you don’t start
