Willow Grove Haven: Chapter Six
- Hamlin
- Jun 24
- 21 min read
She woke with the taste of metal in her mouth and the certainty that she was being watched. The room was so white it seemed less like a space and more like the inside of an eyeball, drained of color, all veins and nothing else. They had her on the table again—arms spread, ankles in the cuffs, a mesh band around her neck so tight she could feel the pulse flickering under the skin. No blanket this time, just the cold assurance of the vinyl pad beneath her, sticky against her bare back and thighs. Even her hair, once a curtain to hide behind, had been slicked down and twisted away, exposing her scalp to the raw clinical air.
