There was nothing she could do about it, and Quinn found a weariness creeping into temples at yet another unwinnable battle. The pang of hunger tugged at her, it had been hours since she had last eaten, and yet a deeper and more profound hunger consumed her. Lightheaded, she reached out to steady herself on the rigid back of the couch, letting it take some of her weight as she walked around and then sat on the other side of the sofa. Perhaps this really was the best way, if they played along they might be allowed out of here, but at what cost?

"For fuck sake, Ellen!" cried Meena,...