6
Erica
“She’s mine.”
I heard a deep voice growl those words. It was as if I were in another testing dream, floating, not quite sleeping… hovering. I was laid out, not in the dentist chair from the processing center, but as if in a bed. It was the hardest bed I’d ever felt. Cold, too. More like a floor.
“Ours.” A different voice, but no less gruff.
I felt large hands on me, lifting me to a somewhat upright position.
I couldn’t see—I wasn’t fully awake—but I could hear. A variety of sounds came to me. The two men weren’t alone. I heard other voices, but farther away. All clear, urgent. Banging of metal, as if a hammer hitting a car. Bursts of air, like truck brakes being released.
Soft fabric was pushed over my head. Warm and the scent of… of something I didn’t recognize. Dark. Appea
