Lauren Cimorelli Sick and Sad

How Can We Not Talk About Family When Family's All That We Got?

I'm back! Before reading this chapter I suggest reading through the whole story again to familiarize yourself with the details once more. Only a suggestion though.
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Dani's POV
The walk was silent as the grave. No one made a sound other than the heavy uniform stomping of feet surrounding my sisters and I. I peer up from the ground to see the men scowling, staring straight ahead. It is an intimidating force and it pushed me to lower my eyes to the floor once again. Thump, thump, thump. The pounding of feet is a rhythm. A menacing, foreboding rhythm. The hallways twist and turn like a winding snake before I realize that we are heading towards the lab. I glance at my sisters now and see they are all coming to the same conclusion. I peek behind me to see Lauren is being dragged along by two of the men behind us. They had taken her away from Lisa and Chrissy when we were all caught.

The stairs turn into a metal stairway leading down into the lower levels of the house. I hear a grunt behind me and turn to see the men holding Lauren struggling to hold her up. She had begun to shiver and tremble violently. She must remember the lab as well as I do. The stairs led to a pair of metal double doors that when opened led to the lab from the videos. The one were Lauren almost disappeared. The doors were pushed open abruptly and we were shoved up the stairs that led to the viewing area. We could only watch helplessly as Lauren was carried to an operating table in the middle of the room. This couldn't be good at all.

The men dropped her unto the table harshly and quickly buckled her wrists and ankles onto the tables before she could struggle any further. The men finished by pulling another strap tight over her stomach before walking away from the table and up to the viewing deck. Lauren continued to violently shake in fear. She clenched her fists tightly and squeezed her eyes shut. I could see her lips trembling slightly and I hated the fact that there was nothing that I could do. Cynthia walks up to the railing that over looks the entire room before speaking with an echoing voice.

"Lauren, you remember the last review that we did correct?" Lauren doesn't answer but I know what she is thinking. I can remember the electricity arching through the air in the abandoned warehouse. The scene plays over again in front of my eyes and I realize what is about to happen. "I think we need to have another review Lauren. You can't seem to remember your lessons at all recently." Cynthia strolls calmly over to the right, farther away from the girls and I and plants herself firmly in front of a control panel. Her hand hovers over a large button before she pauses. She looks back down at the floor below before smirking confidently.

"Would you like to do the honors Scott?" I am startled to see the same boy from the hotel stride up the steps and stand solidly next to Cynthia.

"Go ahead, just make sure you start the charge at her fingers." Cynthia nods as if she has already thought of it.

"Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way." Without any further warning she slams her hand down on the button and Lauren is suddenly clawing at the table, straining against the straps and bindings. She opens her mouth and a blood curdling shriek comes out of her mouth so loud she has to have torn her throat. It hurts to much to watch and I look down at the ground to escape the sight. The men behind us don't say anything against it. Finally, Cynthia flips a switch and the power cuts off. Lauren falls back onto the table exhausted.
The man next to Cynthia smiles before leaning over the railing slightly to meet Lauren's hooded eyes.

"What was my lesson Lauren?" She looks up at the platform dazed and before she can answer Cynthia thrusts her hands down on the button again. Lauren starts thrashing around on the table once more. Cynthia waits seconds longer than before to stop the charge and I can see that Lauren's nose is bleeding now. Cynthia looks over the observation deck in disdain.

"I believe that Scott asked you a question Lauren." Lauren goes to open her mouth again but suddenly Scott leans forward and presses the button one more time with a maniacal grin. Lauren's screams and cries echo off of the metal walls, giving them another layer of horror.