Chapter Seven
They had put something in the food. Terry was sure of it. Within minutes of finishing the disgusting glop in her bowl, she had felt a sense of euphoria that seemed peculiar, considering her situation.
She wasn’t sleepy. Exhaustion had claimed her immediately last night when the guards removed her shackles and thrust her into this cell, and the bare mattress had been a welcome refuge. Sleep had refreshed her, but she woke shivering and was cringing in a fetal ball when the food cart came. She was relieved that her handler delivered breakfast without so much as a word. He had only glanced at her with a sort of clinical interest before moving on.
Her limbs felt heavy, and she was aware of a buzzing in her ears like distant voices murmuring. Stranger still, she was sexually a
