A final message instructed her to open the top drawer, which she did, finding a clear glass case inside, a little larger than a shoebox but fully transparent and sealed tightly shut. Meena removed it to inspect it, and saw her passport open inside it, with a plane ticket for this afternoon and an outfit for her to wear which she didn't recognise as her own. A circular latch held it shut, adorned with a minimalist illustration of a girl m**********g in front of a camera. It reminded her of the tiles they had seen earlier depicting fetishes.
Looking from the case to the timer on the screen, it was clear what she had to do to open the case. She gave a loud sigh, closing the drawer and setting the case down on the bed, sitting next to it. Meena had reasoned that there were cameras everywhere
