Philippe Benn strode past a door on the right and around the corner. Meghan’s stomach is a mass of butterflies as she watches him slide a massive bolt back before lifting an iron linkage that releases the door latch. As the door swings out towards them, Philippe steps around it and through the door hatch. The frame is at least twelve inches thick and the jam is another six inches deep. Meghan’s throat tightens as she notices the bore of the latch hole. Glancing back, she sees the smooth shiny surface of the steel plated door. Slowly, she takes in the rest of the room. A single cot takes up one wall, a gray wool blanket neatly tucked in army-style, a small white pillow at the head. Metal cuffs dangle from chains welded to each side of the metal head and foot boards.
Opposite, a tiny sink juts out of the wall with a single tap above the faucet and beside that, a simple drain in the dished floor below the telephone shower. No sign of a shower curtain. A soap dish mounted in the gr...
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