Nuns, Cages and Tanks
She stood, staring at the dirt-crusted metallic doors in front of her. Her breathing slowed as she focused her thoughts and calmed her racing heart. Every time. It’s the same fear every time.
Her sharp eyes caught the doors vibrating against the low thrum of noise and violence barely contained beyond them. Her right ear twitched with each muffled boom. Low hanging lights flickered erratically. She shifted her feet slightly – left side of her body leading slightly and now her right. She flexed her hands as she brought her left foot forward of her right. The chain connecting both ankles clinked quietly in the dark hallway. …