Debra woke up groggily, unsure how long she had been out. The room around her was pitch black, and memories started to rush back.

She remembered that she had been thrown into this dark room by Drake's people.

A sharp pain shot through her arm, causing her to suck in a breath. She instinctively tried to pull her arm away, but a man's voice cut through the darkness. "Don't move."

"Who are you?"

A nurse turned on a flashlight, and Debra squinted against the sudden brightness.

"You've got a fever," the nurse explained, "Mr. Lowe ordered us to treat you."

Debra glanced at the discarded plastic packaging on the floor. It said fever medication.

She relaxed slightly, though her tone remained cold. "How long does Drake plan on keeping me locked up in here?"

"That's up to Mr. Lowe," the doctor said without any emotion. "We don't question his decisions."

Seeing that they were only there to treat her, Debra pressed further. "Is he planning to kill me?"

"If Mr. Lowe wanted you dead, he wouldn't have sent us to help you," the nurse replied.

her eyes. "Fine. I need to

demand caught the

need. Do you expect me to do it here? Does Drake have some twisted obsession with watching people use the bathroom?" Her eyes flicked to the

not up

ask him for permission. I don't mind, as long as he doesn't fear that

arched a brow, surprised by Debra's smart

in watching women

of hand. We

Let her go,"

"What?"

said, let her go. Are you

it

hurried to the small, dark room. "Mr. Lowe

sighed with relief, struggling to her feet as the

was led out of

labyrinth. She realized they were on the upper deck

Peter urged

sullenly. "I don't know the

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