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the smell...
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everything was so fucking familiar even her eyes were still closed, heart thumping in anticipation. the place was bright, so bright.
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fuck, fuck, fuck, don't be right.
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sora cracked her eyes open and fuck, shit turns out right because the first thing she saw was the blinding white light above her. her eyes rolled side to side to be met with clear white walls.
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right, she was in the middle of the four white walls around her, body tightly secured to the hospital bedㅡ
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the fucking madhouse.
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the room was cold. colder than normal meaning it was almost night. that was the only guide for her to check the current time.
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don't panic. that was what she had learned through her past experiences of being admitted to the place, and probably to the same room as before too. the room might seem empty but hell, there were cameras at every inch of the room.
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people were monitoring her. crazy people in white coats to be exact.
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one thing was for sure, she couldn't be obvious in her movement. every single of them. that would only lead to another episode of pill swallowing and colourful liquid injections. oh, that... just no.
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so, this was the end, huh? spending her lifetime here?
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except she was wrong.
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"aw, the little girl has woken up."
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that man... she hated him, fuck, she was so fucking traumatized by him. she hated the man with the entire cells inside her body. he had this... sick grin on his face with the most fucked up head ever.
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oh, a madman in disguise. a mental doctor?
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"i got you all.. for myself. fucking finally! now, let's start shall we?" the fucking glee in his face.
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"get the fuck off me, you sick man." you know what a madman really hates to hear? it is themselves being called sick. sora spat out the fact, lips smirking knowing she was close to pressing his button.
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oh, adding gasoline to the fire, indeed.
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"wrong answer, kim. should've said 'yes, i'm ready to be your experiment material', sir."
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"sir? really? aren't you just... a mere... employee under your very own sir? what a big dream in your delusional world, employee." her mocking tone just added another drop of gasoline.
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too much gasoline.
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he had enough. the man pulled the trolley close to the bed, the wheels made a screeching sound. right, the sound. she was in the same room as before.
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"blue, green, red, pink, yellow... which one should we start with..." fuck, fuck, the pills. "eenie, meenie... since i'm feeling blue with your harsh words, let's go with blue."
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the blue. she couldn't remember it well as it has been years since the last time she visit here. blue... oh, that one. the colour might look calm as it reminded people of the ocean or sky but the effects, they were the opposite.
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consuming the blue would make the consumer turn all hot and sweaty, with head spinning, and a wave of very bad nausea. the one that makes you so close to throwing out but nothing comes out.
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the girl moved violently on the bed, trying to break free from the tight ties to the bed. the man only laughed, feeling very very very entertained by her attempts to escape.
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"open up, a helicopter is flying through..." her mouth was forced open and the pills entered. she couldn't even count how many pills she had gulped down.
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"let's make purple," red. the red pills, two of them were forced down. "okay, if the result turns out good, i'll make purple pills." and he left the room, laughing out loud while doing so.
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it annoyed her because the effects were not immediate. she had to wait for half an hour for them to work because, by that time, she would be near her dreamland.
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the effects just had to fucking spoil her journey to dreamland.
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the cruel combo. fucking hell. it wasn't the blue but the red, they triggered something so fucking bad that she had kept locked at the furthest part of his mind. those nightmares that had her emotionally and physically exhausted for years.
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no, don't. it's the pill, it's the pill, it's the pill, it's the fucking pill, it's- fuck,
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the urge to plead, to say stop, to say please were close. the sounds of metal clacking, the bed creaks and the swallowed whimpers- they were loud.
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"they hurt, aren't they? come on, say it." he entered the room again. "okay, i'm not liking the results... let's level up!"
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"i s-swear your sick mins is f-funny for your age. rough childhood, h-huh?" that face. the anger and the frown, she had reached his limit of patience.
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"shut the fuck up, shut the fuck up," his hands flailing messily on the trolley, she could hear pops of the bottle caps. "i'm gonna fucking kill you."
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she trashed in the bed, trying to free herself from his hold and of course, she failed. "l-let me go!"
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pills, too many of them were forced down into her throat. it burned, she couldn't even adjust to the burn sensation yet another pinch of pain was added.
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needle.
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"say it, little girl. say 'it hurts', come on."
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it hurts. fucking finally, she admitted to herself, it hurt. it hurt a lot.
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"jake."ㅤ
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YOU ARE READING
anesthesia: mepivacaine ᐟᐟ sim jake
Romance"it's going to be okay. no one will hurt you anymore." ㅡthe officer suggested her old man to send her to a place where she could be fixed and become a normal teenager or whatever it is. and, the man blindly agreed without even reading the agreement...
