Somewhere along the ride they put a blindfold on me.
After that, time stopped making sense.
The car moved. Turned. Slowed. Accelerated. Every direction felt identical to the last and I had no reference point, no window.
Nobody spoke to me.
The only sounds I heard were the engine, the occasional crackle from a radio somewhere in the front, and my own heartbeat thudding louder every time the vehicle slowed down.
Then finally the car stopped.
A door opened.
Hands grabbed my arms.
"Move."
I stumbled forward.
My legs felt stiff from sitting for so long.
The air outside was colder.
I heard metal doors opening, heavy ones, the kind that belonged to industrial spaces. Concrete under my feet. The sound of our footsteps coming back from walls that were close but not too close.
Then another door.
A hand on my shoulder forcing me down into a chair.
