I was chained to a bed ,my hands were chained with long,thick silver chains. I was in a white room with a bed,a table and a chair. There were two doors one of the bathroom and the other one to outside.
I didn't panick , because I knew if I panicked my situation would have been worse. A few minutes later,the door opened and a man with a white coat came in with a tray full of medicine. Out of curiosity I asked him what had happened. He told me that after I blacked out at my friends house they took me to the nearest hospital and injected me with glucose. When I woke up I made a fuss and started breaking things and started throwing things at others violently.
When I saw the man whom I stabbed. I took a sharp object and pounced at him. Some of the staffs holded me back from hurting him. They knocked me unconscious again. I was taken to the mental hospital by the phycatrists desicion.
I said to the doctor "oh so that's the case." The doctor asked why I was so calm about it. I replied that I was diagnosed with split personality disorder so it was kinda normal,me throwing a tantrum,as I was talking the doctor injected me with something, I lost my consciousness again.
When I woke up I was in some kind of laboratory. I was chained to the wall inside of a big metal cage.
There was a big ,black fucking wolf in the cage next to me .
Short chapter sorry 😔
