Page 151 of The Dark Stranger
I look up.
A warehouse.
Dark. Isolated.
No signs. No lights except the ones they control.
My stomach drops.
“No…” I whisper.
Hands grab me again, lifting me before my legs can even try to work. I’m carried inside, the smell hitting me first—metal, damp concrete, something stale.
Voices echo through the space.
“Lost a few—”
“Doesn’t matter, move the rest—”
“Lionetti’s not going to be fucking happy—”
That name.
My heart stutters.
Lionetti.
“And Jenna—”
I stop breathing.
What the hell did we get into?
I’m carried into a smaller room and dropped onto another bed. The same doctor rushes in again, pale, sweating, clearly just as trapped in this as I am.
“Set her back up,” one of the men orders.
“I—I need a minute—” the doctor stammers.
“You’ve gotten seconds.”
He moves fast after that.
Too fast.
His hands shake as he starts hooking me back up, not even meeting my eyes.
I notice it then.
Really notice it.
He’s scared.
Not nervous.
Terrified.
Just like me.
