𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐋𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐳:
Isadora Flores: a girl raised in captivity and brainwashed to believe she has a deadly disease that restricts her from the outside world permanently.
That was until one...
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"Fucknuggets!" The Japanese one groans, throwing his head in his hands.
The doors blare open, and at least a dozen men in black hazmat suits dove out. Long, silver colored sticks that spark electricity at the tippy top are in their hands, and then they're charging towards running girls.
Everything I had tried to eaten the day before rose into my throat, and fear trickled down my spine, I shudder. Every emotion in my body filling with the familiar feeling until fear is the only thing I can feel.
"Shit." I blurt in panic, my hand shooting out to grab the first thing in range: that being the hairy flesh of someone's forearm. That someone's head flickers in my direction, before looking past me at the same thing I did.
"Fucksakes." The boy says, grabbing onto my forearm harshly. And I meet the gaze of emerald eyes, so cold and terrifying. The eye-contact doesn't last long because before I can prepare myself we're already bolting in another direction.
My legs move so fast I feel like I am about to slip on the thin air, And My feet feel like they're being swept from under me with every step I take. My lungs squeeze with every breath I inhale, all while they burn from the lack of oxygen reaching them.
And to add to the ringing of alarms: gunshots fill the air, And I duck my head down looking behind me. And the action makes things a thousand times worse as the vomit once again threatens to escape my throat at the horrifying sight.
Blood. So, so much blood.
And girls bodies that I once vaguely knew were spread on the ground in various places, some bleeding. And some being tazed at this very moment.
And My gut twists, Eyes brimming with unshed tears and guilt fills all places in my stomach, And a bitter taste coats the tip of my tongue as I watch it all unfold.
It's like the world stopped, and all My mind was focusing on was the look on the girls faces. Girl's like me. Pain, terror, fear, grief, sadness. All of these emotions were displayed on their faces as they clutched their bleeding bodies. Or begged for the men not to taze them only to be tazed.
And to think I once thought this place was protecting us. It's like it all clicked in my brain when I saw it all with my own eyes. The lies. The manipulation. It all hit me in this very moment, And all I wanted to do was help them.
Your empathy will get you killed, Isadora.
The world unpauses, and I click into survival mode. Realizing where I am, what I am doing right now. And it doesn't take long for the fear stricken panic to flood back into my brain.
"Where are we going?" I ask, attempting to shout over the blaring alarms all while trying to breathe at the same exact time. But breathing is getting harder and harder with every step I force my feet to take.
