Kidnapping was supposed to be gross and violating, and while they had the latter down pat, this place was snug and spotlessly clean, almost clinical. Here I was, thinking the whole ‘existence of aliens’ was the oddest thing to happen to me, but they had to go ahead and prove me wrong with some soap and a mattress. A memory foam mattress. I burrowed farther into the cloud of bribery bedding, low-key hoping it would suffocate me.
