I can't believe I fell for it. It was still dark when I woke up this morning. As soon as my eyes opened I knew where I was. A low-ceilinged rectangular building made entirely of whitewashed concrete. There are six little rooms along the main corridor. There are no windows. No doors. The elevator is the only way in or out. What's he going to do to me? What am I going to do? People are really quite simple, and they have simple needs. Food, water, light, space, privacy. Maybe a small measure of dignity. A bit of freedom. What happens when someone simply takes all that away?

Author Biography

Kevin Brooks grew up in Exeter, England. He studied Psychology and Philosophy at Birmingham Aston University and Cultural Studies in London. Brooks inhabited a variety of jobs before becoming a full-time writer including: musician, gasoline station attendant, crematorium handyman, and hot dog vendor. His first published work, Martyn Pig, won the Branford Boase Award and was shortlisted for the Carnegie Medal. He now lives in North Yorkshire, England, with his wife, four dogs, six sheep, eight chickens, and two rabbits.