I woke up in a moving vehicle, my wrists bound and a blindfold over my eyes. Panic set in as the car finally stopped. Rough hands pulled me out, and the blindfold was removed. A tall woman with piercing green eyes stood before me, a rifle slung over her shoulder.

“Welcome to your new home. I’m Emma. Follow me.”

She led me to a sterile washroom. “Strip,” she commanded. “I need to inspect you.”

Shaking, I obeyed. Emma’s gaze was clinical, but there was a cruel satisfaction in her eyes.