It seemed like hours before I came to. I felt like Beauty, only after she had been stupid enough to poke that darn spinning wheel. My eyes felt like they each had a nickel placed on the lids, which prevented me from opening them. My breath caught in my throat as I tried moving my arms, only to be met with the horrifying fate that they were pinned down against something cold and hard. Like a metal lab table...
Oh. Oh crap.
"Help!" I tried to scream, but because of a strange cottony substance around the insides of my cheeks, I wasn't able to pronounce it right. It sounded more like, 'helphm'.
Fear racked through my brain as I tried with all my might to figure out what was going on. Okay... The date with Keith, yelling at Chase, running out to the car... He took a wrong turn. The yellow liquid...
Was this what the Davenports had warned me about? The, what was his name? Krane? I felt tears prickle underneath my closed lids. I was... Scared. Like, really scared. More than I had been when my mom pulled out that gun. More than I had been when I was crying in the closet. My breathing became labored as I fought against the straps that were holding me down.
"Lef meh so!" I screamed through the cotton. I tried desperately to open my eyes but I wasn't able.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from somewhere near my left side. I immediately went silent, shaking against the cold metal that was being pressed up against the exposed portions of my skin. Whoever they were paused next to my head, and pulled something on wheels closer to me. Next came the sound of rustling metal, like someone shuffling through a bunch of knives or silverware.
"Scanners deactivate," a deep voice rasped. A split second later, the weights that had been pressing against my eyes was lifted, and my eyes flashed open. At first, all I could see was a blinding white light. But as my eyes adapted, I caught sight of the person towering over the table, staring at me. They reached over, and slid something large out of my mouth, removing the cottony feeling. I let out a loud gagging noise, a putrid taste taking its place.
I figured that whoever was doing this to me deserved to pay, so once I had regained control of my gag reflex, I whipped my head back around and stared daggers at...
"Keith?" I gasped.
"Hey there, beautiful," Keith smirked down at me.
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Anger burst through me. I lifted my arm in an attempt to hit him, but it failed because, you know...
"As soon as I get out of here, I'm going to go behind a dumpster and grab a rat infested Walmart bag so I can suffocate you with rat crap," I snarled at him. After those words came out of my mouth I silently cursed at myself. I had been saving that insult for Chase!
