Dark Dough

Finally, we reached a door at the end of the hall. Levon opened it, revealing a small, stark room-bare walls, no furniture, just a single camera mounted in the corner, its lens pointed directly at the center of the room.
The sight of the camera sent a shiver down my spine. Whatever this was, it wasn't going to be good.

He pushed me inside, not roughly, but firmly, like a man guiding a piece of furniture to its designated place.

"Take off your clothes," he said, his voice low and detached.

I froze, my heart now slamming against my chest. "What?"

Levon's eyes were cold, emotionless. "Take off your clothes, Joanna."

I stood there, trembling. My mind raced with thoughts of defiance, of refusing to do what he wanted, but the memory of my failed escape attempt was too fresh, too raw. I had no power here. Levon had made that clear from the moment he caught me.

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