Greyson

The wailing siren continued as the lights above strobed. Closing my eyes was not a reprieve. The deafening squeal screeched on incessantly. No longer were my hands bound. I was free to move about the small cell. The room was ten feet by ten feet by my estimation and at least fourteen feet high. I told myself that it was larger than the closet Cecilia described.

Gritting my teeth, I held my hands firmly against my ears.

Nothing could stop the penetration of the ...