Souls Of Sorrow || 𝐸𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝐽𝑎𝑒𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑋 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

Chapter 38 - You

About forty TW's.

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I blink slowly, trying to regain my senses as the haze in my vision starts to clear.

I can't remember anything very clearly, except for a few fuzzy details that take unbearably long to fit themselves into place. The last thing I can recall is being at the international forum with the rest of the group, about to go inside.

I only ducked away for a moment, I saw a familiar face amongst the crowd, the face I used to see watching me from the trees. All I did was go check it out, who knew I could regret a single decision so much. 

Something pricked me and I got dizzy, then some people tried to grab me. I fought them off, at least I thought I did. No...I did, but then I got pricked by the same thing a few more times and I passed out.

My whole body feels heavy, like I'm too tired to move a muscle. I can barely lift my head without the effort straining me.

Then the pain hits, every nerve in my body lit with fire. I grit my teeth, trying not to cry out. It takes a minute, but I manage to quell the growing pain. I let out a ragged breath, each one causing flames to dance through me. I can't move, everything is stuck in place.

I manage to raise my head, looking myself over to see what is restricting me. Chains. Lots of them, each link adorned with two spikes. Some of those spikes are embedded in my skin, blood trickling from the wounds. I try to tug at one side, but it doesn't do anything except shoot more pain through me.

Forcing myself to ignore it, I look around, trying to discern where I am. The room is white and tiled, with two rings screwed close to the ceiling, holding the chains wrapped around my arms and torso. There's more on my legs, though the anchors to hold them are in the floor. There's also a drain, which the blood dripping from my injuries is creeping towards.

I'm on my knees, but I can't find the strength to stand. Glancing down, I'm also aware that my clothes have been exchanged, since I'm now clad in a white bra and shorts, the bare minimum for coverage.

Someone changed me? God, that's violating.

I'm suddenly hit with a wave of dizziness, swaying a bit in place as I groan lowly. "Fuck..." I mutter, blinking a few times to refocus.

In front of me stands an iron door with a rectangular window at the top about fifty feet away. It's ominous, hateful.

There's also some odd contraption standing on three skinny legs pointed at me. It's black and reflective, with lots of parts. I saw a couple of them around Liberio, a 'camera' I think.

I try tugging at the chains that hold me again, but fail to do anything but make myself regret the decision.

Are the others okay? Did they get taken too?

There's a click coming from the door and my attention snaps towards it. I watch the handle turn and the door is pushed open to reveal a dark skinned woman wearing a long white coat over a white outfit and carrying a clipboard. A man follows behind her, tall and broad, mid-forties maybe, definitely a soldier. He too, is clad in only white.

I meet their entrance with a cold glare, my body unmoving.

The man closes the door, and the woman lowers her clipboard to study me. She looks young, and wears round glasses that make her eyes look big. She's trying to seem nice and non-threatening, it aids her, no doubt.