Something had been in whatever they stabbed into my neck.
I tipped my head forward, noticing I was only wearing a black bra and a pair of panties. Someone had changed me out of my uniform. Assholes could’ve at least given me socks so I wasn’t barefoot in this cold room.
My jaw clenched at the thought of any of them seeing me naked.
I did another scan of the room, noticing a small metal table was the only thing within my reach. I sucked in air through my teeth while scooting my ass against the rough ground toward the table.
A gun and a single bullet were intentionally resting on the table. A note sat next to it, along with a glass of water and a bottle of bourbon.
I picked up the note to read it. The handwriting matched the note Enzo had left after destroying my dorm room and cutting my ribbons.
If you hit your breaking point, that bullet is yours.
I snatched the note, ripping it into shreds, and threw them away from me. Salty tears trailed down my cheeks as I slouchedagainst the wall. I sniffled, brushing them away, and rocked myself to get what little warmth I could.
How long did I sleep?
What time is it?
Hell, what day is it?
I clutched my arms around my knees, but that hold loosened when the fan shut off with a dramatic click. Rugged breaths left my lungs as I made another sweep of the room, looking for more clues, and spotted a camera in the upper-right corner.
My hands were stiff as I waved them toward the camera. “Hello!”
I wasn’t prepared for the loud banging and screams that came from the walls. It was like a tornado, hurricane, and semi drove through them all at once.
When that stopped, I heard nothing but creepy whispers, like what they’d done in the woods.
“Let me out of here!” I screamed.
The crackle of static made me lift my chin. My heart lurched when it cut off, and music spilled out from speakers I couldn’t find.
Not just music.
A certain song.
Ice, colder than the concrete, trickled down my spine.
“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word. Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.”
The volume wasn’t blaring, but I recognized the lullaby. While it wasn’t her voice, it was almost an exact replica.
I shook my head, attempting to distract myself from the lullaby, but it became louder.
“If that mockingbird don’t sing, Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.”
I wrapped my arms back around my knees again, this time rocking forward for another reason while staring at the wall.
Am I hallucinating this?
I am. This isn’t real.
No way can it be.
They’d drugged me—I was sure of it.
Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me.
