Chapter One Hundred and Fifty- Three
Markus didn't move.
His body refused the command, as if some older instinct had taken over and decided that stepping any farther would break something that couldn't be repaired. The room in front of him was quiet, too quiet compared to the rest of the rooms and that silence pressed against his ears until his head rang.
Everything here was smaller.
The ceiling sat lower. The mattresses were narrow, thin, lined up with cruel efficiency. Chains hung again, but these didn't drag on the floor. They were measured. Adjusted. Bolted at heights that made Markus's stomach turn as his eyes followed them down.
There were cameras everywhere. These were not like the hidden ones nor the careless ones.
They were mounted. Angled and looked tested.
