CHAPTER 5
STEPHANIE
I’d woken up here. Wherever here was. I looked around the small room, which featured four gray walls and the thin cot I was sitting on. No furniture, no art. And definitely no answers to my current dilemma. Not to mention my back, which continued to radiate with stinging pain. What had they done to me while I was passed out?
Ugly ancestral memories rose in my throat like bile.
“Did you…?” I shook my head at the teenage girl. “Did you whip me?”
“What? No!” A disgusted look passed over her face. “H would never do that to anybody. Not even you.”
“Then why—”
She tossed a plastic bag to me before I could finish asking that question. “H wants you clean and dressed in under thirty.”
“H?” I repeated. “Who’s H?”
Instead of answering, the teenager walked back to the door
