captain aceti 2.0

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i yelped in distress as the two men threw me into a dark room, groaning as i landed on my side harshly.

the door boomed loudly as it was shamed shut, leaving me in complete darkness, excluding the tiny amount of light that was shinning from underneath the door.

what was that.

the room i had previously been in was horrific, blood stained the floor and parts of the wall, chains hung from bolts in the concrete. everything was blurry, it still is.
thank god it is. i didn't want to see whatever was out there.

i whimpered, attempting to stand up. my body refusing but i fought against it. my body too shaky and weak, i'd fallen back on to the ground with a thud.

i left out shaky breathes as i bent my knees in and brought my hands to the back of my head automatically.

i laid there; for a while, too scared to move.

my body soon went stiff and my breathing increased as i started shivering heatedly. i couldn't tell if i was hot or cold, hot or cold. my throat felt swollen and i gasped desperately.

my mind went dark and my teeth chattered viscously as i let out pained screams.

i couldn't describe how, trapped i felt at that moment.

the door opened with a bang but i only screamed louder. i was lifted out the ground by two large men again as they carried me out of the room. my body shaking uncontrollably as i thrashed in their grip, screaming louder, kill me now-please, kill me. please!

the words that escaped my mouth were incoherent though, i yelled out strange words and noises, struggling to get out of their grip as they continued to carry me.

they stopped walking and i closed my eyes tightly, thrashing even more violently, i couldn't control my body anymore.

someone grabbed my wrist forcefully as i continued thrashing. they held my wrist tightly and injected a serum into my arm.

my breathing quickly slowed and my body felt almost peaceful for a moment. i opened my eyes, everything was still blurry, but i could just barely make out the figure of a tall, brunette dressed in all white standing closely in front of me with an empty syringe.

he tapped the syringe lightly on a sliver tray; that a taller, more muscular man held beside him before dropping the now empty syringe onto the shiny metal.

he let out a devilish chuckle, running a hand through his hair.

"well aren't you going to be fun, patient 011."