A bearded man in his fifties introduces himself to us, smiling from ear to ear. He's dressed in a white coat that covers his entire body. It's the same as the doctor's. He doesn't look all that scary. In fact, quite the opposite, he reassures me. It's a strange feeling in a place like this, where everything is sinister. His gentle, almost friendly gaze warms my heart. For a moment, the idea that I'm not totally lost comes to mind, the idea that there's always hope. Then I look around the room behind him and realize I'm rambling. All is lost. Nothing is worth it anymore. I feel like I'm already dead, buried in the ground.
The room he's in is pitch black, with the only furniture an old wooden chair. I've never seen such an unsanitary room, and I can even see 2 rats running against the right-hand wall. A shiver of terror runs through my body as I think I'm probably going to be locked in here. Tears well up in my eyes. My life was going so well a few hours ago compared to what's happening now. I regret realizing it at this moment.
"Ah, I've been waiting for you! In fact, I've been looking forward to meeting you Dianna. Come in, I'll explain everything." exclaims the doctor, snapping me out of my thoughts. In fact, I don't think there's a rational explanation for any of this. No matter what he tells me, I already know that nothing makes sense. My life has turned to the dark side in a fraction of a second, and that's all there is to it. Even so, I enter the room. The man who accompanied me here has slipped away without my even realizing it.
The doctor points to the chair on which I sit. There was in fact a cart behind the door that I hadn't seen until now. The two-storey trolley was full of syringes of all kinds, as well as samples containing coloured liquids inscribed with incomprehensible acronyms. The doctor approaches me and kneels down to my waist. "Don't worry, don't be afraid of the cart you see there. These products will help you feel better and resist pain. My name is Viaroz and I'll be your doctor from now on. Every woman here has a doctor assigned to her, as well as a master. Your master is the man who accompanied you here, his name is James. He'll be back any minute, so I don't have time to give you any more details. You've got to be ready when he comes back, do you understand Dianna?" I nodded reflexively as nothing made sense. What pain was he talking about? I didn't dare ask that question for fear of what his answer would be.
"How do you know my name?" I asked. Viaroz then took on a more serious air, his eyebrows furrowed and touching his beard with a nervous gesture, he replied simply: "I can't tell you anything about that. Just think you're not here by chance."
He stands up and approaches the cart. He then takes a syringe, which he starts by filling with a pink liquid, then tops up with 2 drops of clear liquid: "What are you doing?" I ask him. He turned and came towards me: "Don't resist! It's no use. Here, they'll do whatever they want to you.
If you resist, they'll make you pay." No sooner does he bring the syringe closer to my arm than I stand up in a, sudden rush. If he thinks I'm going to let him put his mysterious fucking product in me, he's mistaken. He grabs me violently by the right arm, looks me straight in the eye and exclaims: "If I don't do it, he will! And believe me, it's better for you if it's me! Listen, I'm not here to hurt you, on the contrary." He tries to sit me down again as I take refuge against the wall.
At the same moment, James enters, but this time he's not alone. He is accompanied by a small blond-haired, blue-eyed man (very cute, by the way) who is pushing a small black table covered with a black tablecloth that reached all the way down to the floor.
James is furious at the sight. His black gaze literally pierces my heart. He closes the cell door and lifts the tablecloth, revealing a rack under the table containing all sorts of unusual objects: nails, handcuffs, whips, locked boxes... He nods to the blond man, who grabs a rope and hands it to him. The doctor sits me back in the chair, holding my hands behind my back.
I try to resist, but I'm no match for him. James approaches me and wraps the rope around my arms, securing me to the chair. "Well you see when you want to, you're a good girl." The rope grips my stomach so tightly that I feel nauseous. James grabs the syringe left by the doctor on the "medicine" cart and stabs it violently into my arm, causing me to let out a frightful scream. I lose consciousness again.
And when I wake up, it's just James, the blond guy and me.
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