My New Life 1
A crackle emerges from a speaker system behind me, coldly saying: “Room 249, detainee number 58. Prepare for first session.” And with that, an old iron lock clunked open and I heard the creak of a door, and several paced, methodical steps of heels on stone. Her breath warmed the back of my neck. Resting her head on my shoulders, I heard her almost sultry voice echo across the room as she dictated: “Well, well, well. Looks like I’ve got another toy to play with. I was getting ever so-” I...