Zoey's POV
My eyes slowly drift open and I look around, vision fuzzy. The air is cold and damp, and feels dead all around me. I sit up and look around again, blinking. But I'm right back in one of those damn rooms that they seem to love so much.
"Where am I?" I ask, but my voice is dead.
"Well, well, well. It seems that Sleeping Beauty has woken up."
The sound of Gordon's voice makes my skin crawl. Then I remember what happened during our last encounter, when we tried to save Chloe. By the looks of things, I'd say we failed.
"What the hell do you want from us?" I ask, but all the fight's gone from my voice.
"You don't sound too good, Zoey. Do you need to see a doctor?" Gordon asks in his chilling and mocking voice.
"Where are Chloe and Leigh? What did you do to my sister's leg?" I demand.
"We ... are trying new ways of persuasion and I think we have made a real breakthrough."
"You are a delusional lunatic if you think we'll do anything for you."
He laughs. "My dear, you will have no choice! Once my plan is complete, all of the pieces of the puzzle will be put together. Once my little Project is done ... it will be marvelous."
"What Project?"
"Something that will make your life a living hell. A nightmare that will, eventually, succeed in fulfilling everything we have ever done, and all we will do. All in due time, my dear. So, for now, I have a little present for you."
"What are you talking about?"
Bright light shines in my room and a figure walks through the darkness towards me, eyes glowing red.
"Zoey, I'm sure you've met the Warden ..."
