Hilsa followed the woman silently down the narrow corridor, her mind a storm of uncertainty and fear .
She had watched her friends succumb to this strange place, one by one, their initial fears melting into what seemed like pure bliss.
No one talked of trying to escape anymore. Not after returning from the place they were being taken to.
Whatever they had been given, it appeared to dull their sense of resistance.
She had tried talking to some of them when the staff were not around
All of them seemed to believe that they were here by choice, eagerly waiting for further medical assessment in order to get the "opportunity of a lifetime" .
But Hilsa knew that Something was horribly wrong.
The pristine white walls, the cold sterile air, the carefully placed artwork—everything about this place screamed medical facility, not the shady hideout she had initially feared.
