9 - Eleanor
Four days after learning how to read the time on the computer, and more meetings with Jorelle—who loved treating her with carrots and sticks—a small framed man wearing a black uniform entered the lab. After approaching the tank, he tapped commands she couldn’t see on the computer screen.
Eleanor’s hands rushed to protect her modesty with her hands, her face blushing, but the man never turned his cold blue eyes on her.
When the tank’s crystal withdrew, the man grabbed her forearm and pulled her from the tank while she still tried to cover herself.
He tossed her the old rag. ‘Get dressed or I’ll drag you to the cell naked.’
‘What cell?’ She shivered, hurrying to slip on the rag that could scarcely be called clothing, and relieved to be wearing something again. Her body respo
