Iyisha's POV
Iyisha woke up cold and moving before she understood where she was. Her shoulder hit glass, her knee slipped against the white floor, and pain stabbed through the back of her neck when she tried to sit up. She grabbed the sore spot with one hand and opened her eyes to glass in front of her, glass behind her, thick metal on both sides, and a small camera fixed high in the corner.
She looked down and froze.
They had taken everything. Her clothes were gone, along with her knife, Malcolm's gun, and the strap around her wrist. She crossed one arm over her chest and pulled her knees up, but the room gave her nowhere to hide.
The floor was white. The walls were bare. There was no bed, no chair, no blanket, no loose tool, only a drain in one corner and the camera watching from above.
"No," she said, pushing herself up too fast.
