Hell on Earth (Boyxboy)

Chapter 6: Tunston

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Joseph woke to the sound of his door being thrown open. In walked multiple company-paid soldiers, all guns pointed at Joseph. Joseph shot up in his bed.

"What the fuc-"

"Put your hands up!" Joseph did.

"You, Joseph Marks Helton, are, by company order, to be quarantined until a later, unset date.

Joseph paled. "What do you mean?"

"Don't ask me," said the soldier, "I just executed the orders. Now, cooperate with us and make things easy."

Joseph numbly nodded his head.

"Get up."

He got up, slowly, out of the bed. Joseph was only in his boxers. "Er, can I put on some clothing?"

"No." Said the soldier, then he motioned for a man to get closer, "Now put your wrists out."

Joseph hesitated. "I, er, you're going to put me in cuffs? I'm not going to anything, though!"

"Put your wrists out and shut up, or we will use force."

Joseph paled, not really wanting to know what the Company's definition of force was. He put his wrists out, then heard the smooth click of the cuffs locking, and felt the bite of the cold metal on his skin.

Joseph involuntarily shivered.

The army men, about five of them, marched Joseph out of the room as though he were a murderer.

Joseph blushed as he realized that he was still in nothing more save his boxers. Embarrassed, he turned to the soldier closest to him. "Er, can I get some clothing?" The officer didn't respond, but instead ignored Joseph.

"I guess not..." Joseph mumbled to himself.

After going down a couple different hallways, the group descended into the lowest level of the facility, where they were met with a whole new maze of white-washed corridors. Nevertheless, the soldiers never faltered, even though Joseph by this point was hopelessly lost.

Finally, the escort stopped in front of a white door.

 The room within consisted of only two chairs and a table.

One of the tables had straps.

Joseph's eyes widened. "I... uh... You must be confusing me with someone else, you see I'm a linguist, I'm not suppose to be quarantined!" The soldier ignored Joseph, who was starting to feak out, and instead payed attention to strapping him in.

"Please! Listen stop!" Joseph began to struggle.

More soldiers came over, restraining Joseph. One had a chloroform soaked rag. Before he could scream, Joseph was being held down, his mouth and nose covered with the toxic smell of chloroform.

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Joseph woke up shivering. It was cold in the room and he was still in his boxers. He had a headache, and the pain in Joseph's neck was amplified by the fact that he had slept in a very uncomfortable position for however long he'd been out. Joseph made a move to rub his eyes only to find that his hands were strapped down.

Shit.

Just then the door across from him opened. In walked a man in a white lab coat, followed by a couple of guards.