Page 21 of Psyop Kings

The blinding light is back.

The gun in my face is back.

Caiusis back.

Before I can scream or fight, something sharp pricks my neck. It only takes a few seconds as heat rushes from the puncture site.

Everything goes black.

Romy

Iwake to my head pounding something awful.

What happened?

Where am I?

As I crack my eyes open, they begin to water from a bright light. My heart rate kicks up, making my head hurt more as I remember where I am.

Stolen.

I was stolen from a bar and am in the Crownes’ prison.

Except I’m no longer in the wooden box.

I’m lying on something smooth and cold.

And I’m naked.

Realizing I don’t have one stitch of clothing on has me shrieking in horror. I attempt to cover my breasts with one hand and the other down below. My entire body shudders with full-bodied shivers as several long minutes pass by.

I realize I’m tense and waiting for an attack.

For someone to finish what they started.

Nothing happens.

Blinking away the fear and horrible headache, I wriggle into a sitting position, never stopping covering my most vulnerable body parts. A quick look around tells me I’m in an enormous bathroom. A really nice bathroom.

Everything is white.

White marble countertops, white stone floors, white framed mirrors above the white sinks, white folded towels on white shelves, white walls, a white robe hanging from a hook on awhite door. The only things not white in the entire space are the nickel fixtures.

It’s not a sterile white either.

It’s actually a pretty white. A soft white. Like doves or cotton or frilly lace.

This bathroom is a far cry from my coffin-like hole in the floor.

Slowly, I climb shakily to my feet. The scent of urine and body odor infiltrates my nostrils.

I stink. Point taken.

Do they want me to shower so I’ll be clean when they rape me?

My stomach roils at the thought. Standing naked in a strangely Zen bathroom is nauseating. There’s nothing for me to defend myself with if they really want to hurt me.

With quiet footsteps, I prowl toward the door. I yank the robe off the hook and jerk it onto my trembling body to hide my nudity. Once the tie is knotted at my waist, I twist the knob.

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