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I am warning you now! This chapter is not going to be pretty to read. It was very hard for me to write, mostly because of the type of theme. It is a dark, and partly gory theme. If you get "triggered", or feel uncomfortable then I highly recommend you do not read this chapter. Thank you.  

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The woman watched from outside the medical room as one of the nurses tried to reassure the poor man of his wounds.

"Please stop," he begged her, his bloodshot eyes round with fear. "I—I feel better already, really!" His voice trembled, and the way he spoke the words wasn't fooling anyone from the truth.

The nurse frowned at him and ran her fingers through his greasy hair. The woman had to admire her gentle reassurance, despite what she was doing to the tortured man. She knew she had picked her correctly when hiring, as she was strong and brave enough to comfort these people even as she caused them their horrific pain.

"I know it hurts, sweetie," she cooed softly, sounding truly sympathetic for the patient. "It's almost over, I promise. After we're done, you'll get to rest for a while."

"Please no..." He swallowed, tugging at his restraints. "What kind of ... of procedure is this? Why do I have to be awake?"

The nurse smiled sadly at him as she walked towards the tray that held the chip that would be inserted into his skull, a needle that would inject pain simulation into his body, and, of course, basic tools for surgery.

"You see, you can't be awake during this procedure. For it to work effectively, you must be awake and aware. I know it's painful, but it is really the only way." She flicked the needle with her bloody gloved hands and walked towards him with the syringe.

Unless you're McKenzie Shane. The woman thought angrily, folding her arms across her chest as she watched as the liquid was injected into his hipbone. Only that girl was given a unique injection, only she has a different type of chip. She was dangerous, and she was pissing her off. Millions of dollars was spent on that stupid girl, and she has yet to get ahold of her parents. Her little cousin isn't having any luck either.

Her patience was slowly running thin, and soon she would have to take the matter into her own hands. But for now, she turned her focus back to the procedure.

"You're going to feel a lot of pain very soon," the nurse said, ripping the gloves off and throwing them way only to grab a clean pair. "But don't worry, okay? Pain is just pain, and it never really stays with you forever."

"P-please," he begged. The woman had to admit, that, despite him being tied down and covered in his own blood and wounds, he was handsome. His shaggy hair gave him a dangerous appearance, but based on how his begging continued on, he was not dangerous at all.

The nurse ignored the plead, but instead grabbed razor and turned it on. The buzzing noise echoed within the medical room, making the patient tug more and more at his restraints. "Stop doing that," she scolded, pursing her lips slightly. "You're going to cut your wrists!"

The man stopped moving, but his eyes were locked on the razor in her left hand. She lowered it to the side of his head and gently shaved the hair off, humming to herself as she did. Once the hair was gone, she switched the razor off and set it aside. "See, that wasn't so bad!"

He breathed heavily, as though knowing what was coming next. The woman lifted one of her manicured hands and rested her chin between her thumb and index finger, watching. She had seen the procedure many times before, but she had never spectated one quite like this. The nurse was showing increased compassion during the whole thing, unlike many of her colleagues, who most often sneered and shot nasty remarks at the patients if they spoke to them at all during the procedure.

The procedure began with the small slice across the bald area of his head. He yelled out in pain, thrashing against the restraints. The nurse had managed to keep his head still, and was saying, "Focus on pain in other parts of your body. It's almost done, I promise dear." Blood poured out of the wound, trickling down his head and onto the stained table like a waterfall.

She grabbed the chip and cleared some blood away, tearing some skin around the wound back. She inserted the chip, using a needle tool to adjust its position and wriggle it within his system. The man was sobbing, his heart racing with the entirety of his pain.

The woman was not even shocked by what she saw anymore. She had seen the procedure so many times before, and it was all a daily thing to her now.

Just as the nurse started to sow up the wound, the monitor keeping track of his heartbeat flattened, letting out a high flatline sound.

The nurse looked up and watched the monitor for a few seconds, then sighed and pulled back. She turned the object off and threw her gloves away, grabbed his records and said, "Time of death, 8:39 AM." She wrote it down and looked down at the blank eyed man, frowning. "You just weren't strong enough, dear."

The woman closed her eyes in disappointment and used one of her hands to cover her face completely. That was the fifth death from the procedure within two weeks, which was bad.

The project was not going to fail, but she needs to up her game. The patients need to somehow be kept alive during the procedure, even if it meant changing a few things.

What she really needed to start getting back on track, however, was the goddamn Shane girl. It was time to take the game up a level.