By J. R. Holloway | Gothic Fiction Correspondent
Alice woke to the smell of ozone and old iron. Her wrists were heavy, bound in thick, industrial shackles that hummed with a low-frequency vibration. They didn't just hold her; they seemed to drain the very spark of her strength, leaving her limbs feeling like lead. This was the "Red Swallow" protocol—a containment system designed specifically for her kind. Infernal Restraints--Red Swallow Part 1 Alice ...
