No one even looked at me.
The guards moved with mechanical precision, boots striking the stone in steady, relentless rhythm as they carried me through a side corridor I’d never seen before.
The air changed.
Subtle at first.
Then unmistakable.
The warmth of the outside world faded with each step, replaced by something colder.
The walls closed in around us, lined with steel doors—heavy, industrial, like something that belonged in a facility meant to hold more than just people.
Something meant to break them.
My breath came faster.
My chest tightened.
“No—no—no...” My voice dropped into a desperate whisper as dread crept up my spine. “Please don’t take me any further... please...”
But they didn’t stop.
The temperature dropped again.
And again.
My wet dress clung to my thighs, the fabric already growing stiff against my skin, the dampness turning cold—too cold—far too fast.
We stopped in front of a heavy insulated door.
One guard shifted my weight slightly while another stepped forward, entering a code into a panel beside it.
Beep.
A pause.
Then—
A hiss.
The door unlocked.
And when it opened—
The air that rushed out nearly knocked the breath from my lungs.
Arctic.
Freezing.
Suffocating.
I gasped, my chest tightening instantly.
Inside was white.
Not the soft kind of white.
