Or maybe from her.
I sat across from her, my heart drumming against my ribs. "I'm here to evaluate your mental state for the board."
I swallowed. My pen felt heavy.
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"That's not—"
And that's when the lights flickered.
I wanted to laugh. I wanted to leave. But my legs wouldn't move. Or maybe from her
Sirena leaned forward. The chain between her ankles scraped the floor. "No," she whispered. "You're here because you heard the rumors. The women who come to see me… they don't leave the same."
The guard slid the heavy bolt on the observation room door. "You've got twenty minutes. Don't make her angry."
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The room smelled like bleach and old regret. Sirena sat at a metal table, wrists uncuffed—a privilege, I'd later learn, she'd earned through a kind of quiet terror that made even seasoned COs check their locks twice. Her hair was dark, spilling over a gray jumpsuit two sizes too big. She didn't look up when I entered.
"No need," she called out sweetly. "We're just getting acquainted."
That's what scared me most.
Not once. Twice.