The room had the flicker of a fluorescent tube that didn’t quite have full contact. Maybe that was Marice’s problem. She had been “flickering” too. She had no sense of time but a full bladder and her numb legs told her that she had been laying there for hours. She didn’t want to be awake. Marice tried to scratch her eyes and realized that she was in restraints. The urgency of a full bladder forced her to concentrate.
“Is anyone there?” she croaked, her throat very sore.
“Shut Up, bitch.”
Damn. Dully, she remembered a fellow committee’ed.
No one would come.
“Is anyone there?” she croaked, her throat very sore.
“Shut Up, bitch.”
Damn. Dully, she remembered a fellow committee’ed.
No one would come.
