My legs were chained to a back wall in the ship hovering over the US. It couldn't be that big of a ship, at least not in height. The walls were pretty low, and it didn't take long for me to observe how Mother's head nearly touched the reflective ceiling.
This room she had locked me in after dragging her nails up along my tongue, making my mouth taste bloody, looked like it hadn't been used for some time. There didn't seem to be any working lights — Maybe she was keeping me in the dark? There was some round, elevated panel a few feet away from me, just out of my reach, with all these buttons that weren't aglow like the ones I saw when she dragged me here.
