The room was silent, Kayla sat on the thin mattress in the corner, knees pulled up to her chest. The walls were gray and bare, the kind of gray that made the whole place feel colder than it really was. Sally was lying on the other side of the room, staring at the ceiling with her hands behind her head. They had been there for days now, though Sally had stopped counting after the second night.

The door opened without warning, and one of the men walked in. He wasn’t tall, but his presence filled the room. He looked at both of them like he was checking if they were...