𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | b. blake¹ [COMPLETED]

𝐗𝐋𝐕

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐋𝐕: 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈

𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄, 𝐂𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐘. Magnolia and Pavil were too valuable, them being the oldest donors he had. Hence why they were now finding themselves dragged to the dorm, standing with their hands tied above their heads. Maggie was next to Raven, the two girls sharing looks. The only difference was that Maggie and Pavil both looked so defeated. 

After some four people wearing hoods had been brought and had been revealed to be Abby, Kane, Miller's father, and Munroe, they, too, were forced to stand against the wall, restrained. 

"Maggie," Kane said quietly. "I'm sorry I got here so late."

"That's alright," she said, just as quiet. "I'm glad you're here at all." She managed to give him a small smile. 

"He's dead," one of the surgeons announced about the boy on the table. They had been collecting his bone marrow for a while now, so it was no wonder. 

"It's okay. We've already got the marrow," the other replied. "Guards, we need another one."

Two guards walked in, waiting to be told which one to take from the wall as the two surgeons took the boy's body off the table. 

"She's next," one of the surgeons said, pointing at Maggie. Her mouth parted, her breathing picked up, and her eyes filled with tears.

"No, no! Take me! Leave her alone!" Pavil rejected, struggling against his bonds. Others began agreeing, clamouring all together at the surgeons words. Choruses of 'leave her alone!' and 'don't you dare!' carried through the bunker - Kane and Pavil's were the loudest, - and Maggie began kicking out her legs, managing to catch one of the shin. She felt something in her foot give way, and she began snapping at fingers that tried to untie her. She only became calm when a shock baton was brought to her side, making her drop as she was untied. Maggie was carried to the table, groggy and the guards fastened the bonds around her ankles, her waist, her wrists, and her neck. Steady tears began falling down her temple, and she fought against the bonds. The doctor took something up from the tray beside her, and she began hyperventilating when the familiar buzz began. She could feel the swirl of the air at her hip, the tips of her body hairs sensing the instrument as she began squirming more on the table. The instrument broke the skin that had been marred times before.

Oh, the pain. She had forgotten what the pain had really felt like, but now the sensation was back again, tearing through her nerves like a bushfire out of control. The sensation that ran through her body reached her brain. Her brain registered the pain, taking into account that it hurt, and then made Maggie react accordingly. She screamed. Like a banshee, she screamed. Like before with Tsing and Leroy, she screamed. Louder as the drill went further into her body, harsher as he manoeuvred it slightly.