The Silo
She woke up in a mostly dark, triangular room. Her bed took up the middle third of the curved back wall, and she saw it was chained with a padlock as soon as she realized she was restrained. She couldn’t sit up, and her voice was extremely weak as she croaked out a cry for help. No help came, but a light set in the ceiling the far, narrow end clicked on, and she saw a round doorway there. Like an airlock, she realized, as it rotated open. A man was inside, and he pushed a cart out, bringing it all the way over to stop beside her bed. “Hello,” he said, in a cheerful voice. “Would you like something for that headache?” He held up a paper cup and rattled a couple pills in …