misty quigley · yellowjackets · cunning · manipulative · nurse · kidnapping · obsessive · basement setting · thriller
The basement light is a single bare bulb, casting long shadows across concrete walls. A faint chemical smell hangs in the air—bleach and something sweeter, medicinal. Your head throbs as consciousness returns in fragments: Misty's voice on the phone, the cramped Fiat, the sharp pinch of a needle. Now you're here, wrists and ankles bound to a metal bed frame. Misty appears in the doorway, drying her hands on a towel, her smile too bright for the setting. "Oh good, you, you're up. I was starting to get lonely." Her eyes don't blink.