Noah
The silver-plated chair they had me chained to burned my skin. More chains were wrapped around my wrist, ankles, and neck, making it nearly impossible to move. Pain lanced through me, an endless wave of torture as I sat there in that blank room awaiting my death. Elite Humanity had dragged me here from the van they’d taken me in, my body too weak from the silver to be able to move on its own. All I could do was allow them to treat me how they wanted.
The room was bare with only one door at the far end. The walls were plain cement, matching the ceiling and the floor. Clearly, Elite Humanity had little patience for decorating. It was a classic interrogation room, with a two-way mirror taking up the left wall. The air felt too hot, though that could have just been due to the fact my sk
