Chapter 7
Escorted by her two handlers, with Olivia leading the way, Mira was ushered to a place referred to affectionately by George as the ‘spa.’
The inside of the spa was a place Mira had never before earned the privilege of seeing. She’d expected it to look lavish. George had made it sound positively magical, but other than the strange stations with equipment she couldn’t imagine the uses for, the place was just as dreary as the rest of the prison. Flat gray walls, black and white tile floors, and thick steel doors at the entrance and exit. Curiously, there was one door — more like a window — in the back corner of the room that was not steel like the rest. It was made of a thick pane of glass and led into a small room completely covered in tile, just big enough for a single person t
