𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒚 ||Thomas x reader|| 𝓣𝓜𝓡

020- Left in the Dark

Y/n's Pov:
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The thin sheet of a hospital gown covers my figure. I inhale slowly awaiting a sharp sting to my side then exhale, relieved to feel there is no pain at all. The surgery went well then, my head doesn't even sear with pain anymore.

"Is that really her?" A muffled voice protrudes through my ears.

"Yes, the one and only. She's stable now. We're all surprised she even survived the first trails at all. Sending her up was supposed to finish her."

There's a pause in the room, nothing but electronic beeping of machines filling the rigid air.

Temporary confusion washes over me, unaware of the context behind the discussion. My mind is still foggy. Probably from whatever sedatives they gave me. It doesn't sound like I'm supposed to be hearing this.

Is there another "she" in the room to which they are referring? I'd hate to be the subject of this clearly disdainful conversation.

"What do we do with her now?"

"What we were hoping the maze would do to her all along. Drive her insane."

My heart lurches out of my chest at their words. This sobers my brain up pretty quickly. Unfortunately, It seems pretty clear they are talking about me. Unless Teressa is here as well, which I would greatly prefer. But, she was never injured which diminishes the possibility.

Who are these people? I swear they where just a lone group of understanding strangers, offering some relief to scrawny kids, now their agenda has seemingly shifted. Drastically.

Unless... no it can't be. These people saved us, took us in, they gave me surgery for crying out loud.

There's only one inevitable explanation, while it seems completely irrational, there is no one else is twisted enough to pull off a trick like this. To lie through their teeth about salvation only to be hiding behind a mask of damnation.

This is still WCKD. Who else would know about the maze? Sending me up?

What kind of sick elaborate plan is this? Why save us from their own creation? I can't even begin to wrap my head around it. I need to let these assholes know I can hear every evil word which escapes their filthy traitorous mouths.

I can't speak.

My mind is awake, I can hear everything. But I can't move, or even open my eyes. I urge by body to make any small lurch at all, concentrating all of my power to my fingertips. To no avail. I'm paralyzed.

They don't need to drive me insane, keep me like this for another hour and that'll do it.

I want to scream, shout, anything to get someone's attention. I hope Thomas's offer of breaking down the door still stands. Nothing escapes my throat, it's like my vocal chords have been suppressed. Panic surges through me. I hear my heart rate monitor speed up.

I need to warn my friends. These people aren't here to help. We never escaped. God, how naive could we be? Strangers offering us aid and help for free?

"How do we plan to do that?"

"She always hated the dark. Even as a she got older she shied away from it in the challenges. Always struggled the most compared to any other test subject." They pause now.

My stomach plummets. These monsters know my weaknesses, and it's clear they want to pit them against me. I wish I could say that dropping me into the maze for two years has lessened my childish fear of darkness. At least toughen me up to work past this trivial phobia. Unfortunately it only made it worse. I've come to learn that much worse lurks in the shadows than I could have ever imagined.