Help Me

Chapter Five

The hallways were pristine white, there was no dirt or anything out of place to be seen. The sterile hospital smell was stronger than I have ever smelt it before. Hospitals have never been a pleasant experience for me, so this was a living nightmare for me.

There was no point in me even trying to walk, they were constantly dragging me down these hallways that all looked the same. Eventually they ended up stopping abruptly at a set of double doors, they looked like laboratory / hospital doors. This worried me slightly, what was waiting for me behind those doors.

One of my captors put a card against another one of those card tabs, the sound of the door unlocking echoed around the pristine white conditions I found myself in.

The lady with the personality disorder opened up one of the doors and started to drag me inside. The room we had just entered was weird. On one side of the room there looked to be open cubicles, the floor felt like a swimming pool changing room. There were floor drains behind the cubicles but no shower heads from what I could see.

On closer inspection of these cubicles there were little rings on the floor, one on each side of the cubicle wall. They were placed central to the open gap to the back wall. They dragged me over to one of the cubicles, on further inspection they were not directly on the back wall, there was enough room behind them to get at least two people standing sideways in the gap.

Placing me in one, turning me around so I was facing them. Finally being able to study them better as before I could only see little bits of what they looked like. Both of them were extremely tall compared to me, I felt like an ant next to them. Both of them were wearing short sleeves. The lady, I am assuming is the personality disorder lady, had a quite impressive tattoo on her left arm. It was a full sleeve from what I could tell as it looked as if it went further up her arm. She had tanned skin, her eyes a browny green. She was very good to look at.

They were both wearing tactical camo trousers, black t-shirts, black steel cap combat boots and a black stab proof vest. I couldn’t properly see both of their hair colours as they had black caps on and their hair was in low buns. From the looks of it, personality disorder lady had chestnut coloured hair, the other lady had mahogany coloured hair. The other lady was quite pale and she had rich brown eyes. She was also very good looking. Whoever hired these people must have a type.

Personality lady bent down, bringing out two pairs of handcuffs from her belt that I hadn’t observed her even wearing. Grabbing one of my ankles, cuffing one side of the cuffs to my ankle then the other to the metal ring. Doing the exact same thing to the otherside. Once she was satisfied she stood up to her full height.

The other lady then took one of my wrists, cuffing it to a metal ring on one of the cubicle walls, doing the exact same thing to the other. Now standing naked, like a starfish, in this weird room. Not a situation I wanted to be in, but I was.

Once they were satisfied they walked away, leaving me there. What the actual fuck was about to happen.

Eventually the doors sounded like they had just been unlocked again, it felt like an eternity had passed since the two ladies had abandoned me in this position. Two people, dressed head to toe in biohazard gear, walked into the room. Their gloves were taped to their suits, like you see in the movies. They were wearing wellington boots which were also taped around the top of them. They were treating me like I was contaminated with some sort of disease.

They were messing around with something on the other side of the room. A couple minutes later, one of them walked over with a bucket. You could smell the strong stench of disinfectant from across the room. Whatever they were about to do to me was not going to be pleasant.