It ends with the beginning.

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8 years earlier.

Few week at H.O.S.P.I.T.A.L

Viola opened her eyes, trying hard to see any glimpse of reality, but her surrounding was pitch black. Her hands were tied behind her back, a gag inside her mouth; which after various attempt of exhaling, she spat out.

Now, only the voice of her heavy breathing was audible in the surrounding.

She wriggled in order to free herself from the tied ropes, doing so, she nudged someone's hand.

There was someone else in the room. Viola sighed in relief.

"Hey.." she called.

"Shh." the other girl said.

"Is that you?" Viola whispered now.

The latter just hummed.

Viola gulped harshly, the voice belonged to that same girl who approached her during the lunch hours, leaving a note by her side, which said, 'don't swallow'.

It was her second week in this estranged place, she was scared and maybe that is why, her only option of trusting was to trust everyone, until she can find the right person.

At night, she heard someone's footstep, and the next thing she knew was being thrown into this dark place.

"They are coming." The other girl said, alerting Viola.

Her frail attempt to free her arms went failed. When the door opened up, she laid down, her eyes close.

Voices of few men were audible now. Footsteps approaching towards her.

"...she is new one in the agency... no-one would notice her absence." a man spoke.

Another male knelt down to face Viola. His fingers touching her face, tracing down to her neck.
She could only whimper silently, not letting a single tear fall down; afraid that something worse than this would happen.

"I want her." the male spoke, his voice delirious enough for the female, who kept on biting the inside of her mouth.

"Payment..."

"Don't worry about that, I'll pay you more than enough." the man scoffed, cupping Viola's neck, which caught her off-guard, as a result, she moved back.

"Didn't you drug her?" The third person spoke this time.

Viola opened her eyes wide, whimpering and sobbing lightly, she pushed her legs forward, trying to move back, but it was not a big help.

The man pulled her, holding her arm beside her head.

"Leave me..." she cried.

Once her mouth opened up, the male forced some powder inside, zipping her lips so she would swallow it. And Viola did not, she kept hanging, struggling, and mumbling, until a harsh slap landed on her cheek. The male called her something, or maybe he cursed, she could not really understand it. But once she was calm, the three males left.

Once she was sure of that, she spat out the remaining powder, trying to throw up, so that whatever went inside would ogle out. She coughed vehemently, wanting her insides to tear open.

"If you were awake, you should've remained quite." someone said.

Viola tried to look behind her, but it was dark again.