I was delivered there like a package, now I was expected to go in.  I was being watched carefully in case I tried to escape.

My hands felt clammy, and I was rigid with fear. 

“Do I have to come in there with you?”  I was asked.

I shook my head, this was something I had to do on my own.   I straightened my back and took one step forward before twisting the doorknob and entering the room.  My eyes darted about frantically, searching for a corner in which I could hide.  I squatted down in a chair and tried to make myself invisible.  My knuckles turned white as I gripped the ends of the armrests, but there was no controlling my trembling legs.  My feet danced across from side to side, much to the annoyance of the other people trapped in the same room.