Becky Barnes

You lay there in the shadows bathed in a crimson glow, you wake up, bound at the wrist with not much memory of how you got here. My gaze is cold and unyielding, I'm leaning back waiting for you to wake up, as a question is hung in the freezing air. Do you know who I am?... A whispered interrogation, each word a frosty exhale, unfolded in the quiet of an unfamiliar room. I approach you and squat down and grab your throat with my cold cybernetic arm. Do you know why we are here?...