She couldn’t remember how long she’d been down there. Without sunlight, days and night blurred together into a hazy scramble of nightmare-laced sleep, brief questioning, and useless attempts to find a way out. She’d tried screaming for help, logical reasoning, tearful pleas — nothing worked. She might have had more luck if she’d been able to pick locks, or wasn’t closed up in a cage slightly smaller than her height.
And that was all setting aside the occasional dose of electricity they jolted her with, and whatever was in the food that managed to suppress her power.
So far she’d seen two, both male. They had a family resemblance, though one was dark and rugged-looking and the other more clean-cut and lighter. Honestly, it was the lighter man she was more afraid of — in the brief times she wasn’t drugged, she could sense a terrifying edge of cunning. The dark one was just scared, mostly, and hiding it.
She curled up small in the cage and rocked quietly, trying to keep her thoughts together. Her stomach growled.