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Instead of sleeping peacefully, Sierra's hands press against the cold glass. She doesn't know why, but the chilled air of her pod makes her skin crawl.
The cold air hits her bare skin, goosebumps forming as a tear trickles down.
The gown is flimsy, and her back is exposed to the stale cold air. When she screams, they flood her veins with icy liquid. Their nails dig into her skin until the needle turns her whole body numb.
The sun bakes and steams Priya's skin. Her skin radiates the heat like clay, and she laughs as sweat tickles her stomach.