The Woods (Creepypasta Story!! Very cool and swag)

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You woke up restrained. At first, you weren't sure where you were, but memories flooded back and your eyes snapped open before you were met with blinding brightness and forced to close them again. You twitched involuntarily, held back by the restraints keeping you on... was this an operating table?

Trying to calm your breathing, you opened your eyes again. At least you weren't dead, right? Right...?

At this point, you weren't sure if that was a good thing or not.

In an attempt to examine your surroundings more thoroughly, you looked down. That was the worst thing you could've done. You lurched and almost pulled yourself off whatever you were stuck to when you realized what you were looking at.
That was your own torso, torn open.

You watched in horror and a sort of morbid fascination. Your organs were still moving, but you felt no pain. Should you cry or laugh? Were you still twitching?

Someone entered the room you were trapped in, covered head to toe so you couldn't make out a single feature. They didn't seem to acknowledge that you were awake, striding up to stand next to you. They were holding a syringe. That was enough to get you to start struggling, trying to free yourself of the bonds so they didn't have a chance to inject you with whatever that was. You wanted to be home. Why did you go into the woods in the first place?

Despite your best efforts, they had no trouble pinning your arm down. You couldn't get your voice to work in order to tell them to stop, not that you thought they'd listen. The syringe seemed to move in slow motion.
You were going to die.
How were you not dead already?
You wanted to go home.
The needle pierced your skin.
Why didn't you feel anything?
The fight drained from you.
This wasn't fair.
You didn't deserve this.
They injected whatever was in the syringe.

You finally passed out.