I pulled off my blindfold in a hurry and looked over it Mr archer, the snap I had heard must have come from his stomach or something because his arms looked fine. I quickly scooped him up in my arms and laid him near the door, looking to his coat for his card to open the door. I found his keychain after a while and swiped the card, the lock of the door on clicking. I picked Mr Archer back up and quickly ran out of the room, yowling and crying out for guards. A group of three guards ran and quickly took Mr Archer from me, the other one putting some weird device around my mouth. I clawed at it to try and get it off, it wasn't very comfortable. They latched the belt behind my head as a cage like metal box now covered my mouth. They usually only put these on me after I'd bitten someone. I winced at the thing they called a muzzle and scratched at it. The guards didn't seem to care at all, they quickly ran out of the office with Mr Archer and started talking on their little radios they carried with them. One guard stayed with me, the one who originally put the muzzle on me. He pulled out some sort of blocky cuffs and quickly grabbed my arms, stepping on my back so that I couldn't move. I hissed but I knew that if I attacked him, I would be executed. So I allowed him to put the metal cuffs on me, my hands and now locked behind my back tightly. He went for my legs next but do to my half form, he couldn't lock them on rightly so he just grabbed some rope and tied them together. I didn't argue or scratch him like I usually would, I already knew I was in big trouble for Mr Archer getting injured. A few knew gods walked in a few moments later and pick me up off the ground, one of them pointed out of syringe. I Winston tried to back away from the syringe but they held me tightly. I eventually just gave in and turn my head to the side, giving him a clear access to my neck. He injected the liquid and I could feel my brain getting all fuzzy and my body returning back into human form. My eyes started to flicker and I felt my head sink down, the medication putting me into a deep sleep.
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test 14
RandomHello I'm Test 14, I'm a halfling and a survivor of the sickness. A few years ago, a sickness called "The Incurable" quickly spread. As the name suggests, it was almost impossible to cure until the sick began giving birth to halfling children. "The...
