Page 149 of The Dark Stranger
Cold metal presses against my temple.
I freeze instantly.
“Chill the fuck out,” one of the men growls, his voice low and dangerous. “Or you’re not gonna like what happens next.”
My breath stutters.
I go still.
Completely still.
Tears burn my eyes, spilling over before I can stop them as I sit there, shaking, letting the doctor rip the IV out of my arm.
“Please…” I whisper. “Please just tell me what’s happening…”
No oneanswers.
Outside, the chaos gets louder.
Girls screaming.
Crying.
Begging.
The sound of bodies being dragged.
My stomach drops.
“No… no, no—”
A hand grabs me suddenly, rough and unrelenting. Before I can react, I’m lifted off the bed like I weigh nothing.
“Wait—!” I scream, struggling instinctively. “Put me down—where are you taking me?!”
No response.
Just movement.
Fast.
The hallway blurs past me as I’m thrown over a shoulder, my head spinning from the motion. I catch glimpses as we move—doors open, girls being dragged out, some barely conscious, others fighting and crying.
Black SUVs lined up outside.
Engines running.
Doors open.
“Get them in! Now!”
I’m carried out into the cold night air, the shock of it hitting my skin hard. I’m still in the same clothes. No coat. No shoes. Nothing.
They don’t care.
I’mshoved into the back of a van, landing hard against the floor before being pushed upright. Other girls are already inside curled into themselves, crying, shaking.
One of them looks at me, eyes wide and glassy.
