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I screamed in agony as he pierced the pipes into my skin. My blood stained the pipes and tears ran down my face.

He put a head piece that looked like just wires, on my head. Then, he patted my cheek, not wanting to pat my shoulder because it could possibly move the pipes. "Listen... I'm sorry," He pressed a button to the side and the pipes lifted me into the air, reversing what had happened last time. The glass piled upwards and covered the sides of the tubes outline. A green liquid rushed out of the drain.

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