"They didn't lie, because they're also people who've been deceived. The 'truth' in their mouths is just an illusion someone else fed them." Charlotte Allison said calmly, then got up to go see the ones who'd attacked her today and tried to kidnap her.
She sat in the dark. The light poured down on the three men who'd been brought back, keeping them from seeing her clearly.
Their hands and feet were strapped to the chairs. Their clothes and hair clung to their skin like they'd just been dragged out of water. Except for their faces, their bodies were covered in wounds of all sizes. They weren't bleeding, but the overhead light was so harsh it felt like it was scorching their injuries. The air, thick with disinfectant and the metallic tang of blood, made it hard to feel anything but sick.
Under the glare, the three only knew someone had entered the room, but not who, not until the person spoke and they realized it was Charlotte Allison.
