Chapter 8

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6:35 AM


Evelyn's eyes fluttered open, her vision blurry and head pounding. Panic surged through her veins as she realized she was strapped to a metal table.

"Well, Good morning miss Drake." A doctor said while preparing some needles. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she began to cry out, "Where is my dad? Please." She sobbed but A awful laugh echoed through the room.

Evelyn turned her head to see Schmidt standing in the doorway, a cruel smile plastered across his face.

"Your father can't save you now, Evelyn," he sneered. "We have so much more to do. There are more tests we need to run." He shot Evelyn a sick smile.

"No!" Evelyn screamed, her voice breaking with fear and desperation. "I won't let you! Please just let me go." She winced as her throat burned with each word she spoke.

Schmidt's laughter grew louder, mocking her defiance. He signaled, and more guards entered the room, their presence only heightening Evelyn's terror. "Please. I'll do anything. I just want to go home." She cried but it was as if she was talking to a brick wall.

"Shut up!" Schmidt barked, his patience wearing thin. Evelyn sobbed uncontrollably, thrashing against the straps, refusing to let the guards secure her to the chair for more tests.

"Evelyn!" Schmidt yelled as he slammed his hands on the table. "Stop fighting this!" Evelyn continued to scream and fight the guards which only made Schmidt more angry.

Schmidt's face twisted with anger as he watched her struggle. "Strap her down now!" he ordered, his voice cold and determined.

Evelyn's cries filled the room as the guards forced her down, her pleas falling on deaf ears. Schmidt's expression remained hard as stone, unmoved by her suffering. "You will cooperate, Evelyn," he said menacingly. "Or things will only get worse for you."

The last thing Evelyn saw before the darkness consumed her was Schmidt's cruel smile, a living nightmare.















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