trousers and unbuckled his belt. He wore no underwear, and his hand brushed his penis, which was semi erect.
He waited.
TEN
Four minutes ago, Heather Mason had left the observation room. After spending some time sitting beneath the two-way mirror, she had come to the conclusion that she didn’t want to stay put, she wanted to move onwards, get out of this place.
And she couldn’t do that by sitting on her arse.
On inspection she had found the doors in the room to both be unlocked, which had taken her by surprise. Then again, she reasoned, if her cell had been open, why lock any remaining doors?
Heather had checked both exits and decided to explore both if need be. The first door was a storage closet. No progress to be made there.
The second door led down a mirrored hallway with panels missing in the floor and cracks in the wall. A light flickered overhead. The hallway had taken a right turn at exactly ninety degrees and disappeared beyond view. She followed it.
The hallway had the same design, the same distinct mirrored decor and panels, except that the panelling was all intact, and the walls were not cracked. The hallway was immaculate and painted white. It led off to a T junction, giving her the choice of going right or straight on. Heather had reached this point now and had to make a choice.
Going right appeared to take her round an unseen right bend once more. Straight on led to a double door which looked structured and strong. Fearing the door to be locked, she took the right turn and reached the unseen corner. The mirror on the wall opposite the turn was cracked, huge shards of glass were on the floor beneath it, and small fragments remained in the frame on the wall.
Nice!
It made her feel better to realise that something or someone in here was able to crack mirrors. "Great," she said aloud. "Just what I need."
Heather peeked round the corner cautiously.
Another empty hallway greeted her.
As if you were expecting anything else .
Heather scooted around the hallway, keeping close to the wall.
This path was straight and long, with no doors, no mirrors, just panels on the floor and plain blank walls like huge canvases on both sides. The lights were bright, unshaded. A solitary door stood at the end of the hallway, appearing like a huge prize to whoever was brave enough to cross the length of the area. Heather stepped quickly, not making a sound on the soft tiles beneath her bare feet.
Heather stopped, catching her breath.
Clasping the door handle, she turned it and pushed it open.
What greeted her was different from what she’d been expecting.
There were no plain hallways, no mirrors, no holes in the floor, no isolation.
Fear ran up her spine, like thousands of icy fingers.
The room in front of her was a huge square. Benches adorned its walls, each of them padded with comfortable looking cushions. The floor was panelled just as those in the hallway were. The ceiling was very high due to the structure in the centre of the room. It was a huge viewing platform, whose centre was raised about three feet above the ground and held a glass cylinder filled with liquid. A tube poked out of the top, the other end passing into the ceiling, and where it went after that was anyone’s guess.
Heather climbed up the shallow steps that led to the platform, and stopped on the top step. Tables stood around the cylinder holding various instruments and folders that Heather had trouble recognising. She was too distracted by the monstrosity itself.
And its contents.
A human body floated in the liquid, tubes leading out from its arms making it like some kind of twisted puppet, and these in turn led to the cylinder’s roof. As Heather stepped closer she could see that the corpse had no eyebrows, no head or body hair, and no fingernails. The body had its chin tilted down, as if it was staring at its own feet. The arms were motionless at its side, the limbs seemed totally relaxed, no muscle spasms or flexing
He waited.
TEN
Four minutes ago, Heather Mason had left the observation room. After spending some time sitting beneath the two-way mirror, she had come to the conclusion that she didn’t want to stay put, she wanted to move onwards, get out of this place.
And she couldn’t do that by sitting on her arse.
On inspection she had found the doors in the room to both be unlocked, which had taken her by surprise. Then again, she reasoned, if her cell had been open, why lock any remaining doors?
Heather had checked both exits and decided to explore both if need be. The first door was a storage closet. No progress to be made there.
The second door led down a mirrored hallway with panels missing in the floor and cracks in the wall. A light flickered overhead. The hallway had taken a right turn at exactly ninety degrees and disappeared beyond view. She followed it.
The hallway had the same design, the same distinct mirrored decor and panels, except that the panelling was all intact, and the walls were not cracked. The hallway was immaculate and painted white. It led off to a T junction, giving her the choice of going right or straight on. Heather had reached this point now and had to make a choice.
Going right appeared to take her round an unseen right bend once more. Straight on led to a double door which looked structured and strong. Fearing the door to be locked, she took the right turn and reached the unseen corner. The mirror on the wall opposite the turn was cracked, huge shards of glass were on the floor beneath it, and small fragments remained in the frame on the wall.
Nice!
It made her feel better to realise that something or someone in here was able to crack mirrors. "Great," she said aloud. "Just what I need."
Heather peeked round the corner cautiously.
Another empty hallway greeted her.
As if you were expecting anything else .
Heather scooted around the hallway, keeping close to the wall.
This path was straight and long, with no doors, no mirrors, just panels on the floor and plain blank walls like huge canvases on both sides. The lights were bright, unshaded. A solitary door stood at the end of the hallway, appearing like a huge prize to whoever was brave enough to cross the length of the area. Heather stepped quickly, not making a sound on the soft tiles beneath her bare feet.
Heather stopped, catching her breath.
Clasping the door handle, she turned it and pushed it open.
What greeted her was different from what she’d been expecting.
There were no plain hallways, no mirrors, no holes in the floor, no isolation.
Fear ran up her spine, like thousands of icy fingers.
The room in front of her was a huge square. Benches adorned its walls, each of them padded with comfortable looking cushions. The floor was panelled just as those in the hallway were. The ceiling was very high due to the structure in the centre of the room. It was a huge viewing platform, whose centre was raised about three feet above the ground and held a glass cylinder filled with liquid. A tube poked out of the top, the other end passing into the ceiling, and where it went after that was anyone’s guess.
Heather climbed up the shallow steps that led to the platform, and stopped on the top step. Tables stood around the cylinder holding various instruments and folders that Heather had trouble recognising. She was too distracted by the monstrosity itself.
And its contents.
A human body floated in the liquid, tubes leading out from its arms making it like some kind of twisted puppet, and these in turn led to the cylinder’s roof. As Heather stepped closer she could see that the corpse had no eyebrows, no head or body hair, and no fingernails. The body had its chin tilted down, as if it was staring at its own feet. The arms were motionless at its side, the limbs seemed totally relaxed, no muscle spasms or flexing
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