Chapter Ten
Krissy awoke hoping against hope that she’d just been having an awful dream, but the moment she opened her eyes and saw the acoustic tile ceiling her heart sank. It was no dream. It was a waking nightmare, beyond doubt, but it was no dream. There were no windows, just dim overhead lighting, and no clocks, so she didn’t know how long she’d been sleeping. It seemed like a long time, but a quick inspection of her bruises showed her that it hadn’t been long enough for them to have faded noticeably. She sat up, feeling small pains and twinges throughout her abused body. As she did, the lighting in her room brightened. She blinked. There must be some kind of motion sensor in here to control the lighting.
Her room was not large, no more than ten feet square. It had the narrow single
