88 - Becca

As I had no idea about the time, I couldn't tell if since my last date with those men a whole day had passed or a few moments. I knew, however, that something was more than wrong even before a distant door opened and lights were lit.

For a long time, I blinked, trying to get used to the excessive light. I was getting used to the dark, especially considering that I spent most of the time surrounded by it. However, on that day, not only a light was lit above my head, but several.

My first instinct was to look up, trying to find windows, or any possible passage through the roof. There was nothing, of course. We were in what seemed to me a huge shed, whose stairs and pilasters were made of old iron. I had never paid attention to the sound that men made when going down the steps, or they were careful that I didn't listen, because that day, the noise was too loud for me not to look.

Everyone wore ski mask, caps to hide their faces, and black clothes. The fact that they took the trouble to c