When the lights went off, Misha was sitting on the edge of the bed. Once Tessa moved, he stopped watching her. Stupid really, keeping watch over someone in a cell when you're in the neighboring one.
His first clue there was a problem was the sudden panic that gripped him. He knew there was nothing here to cause that kind of terror trying to take him over, but it was. He fought it and himself, and lost.
In his head he was back in Red Room, gagged and chained down to an operating table, watching while a surgeon made a Y incision over his torso to peel down the flesh. And screaming.
He felt no pain, but he didn't need to. He had the memory and the terror, and no gag to muffle the screams.
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