You woke up with a sheet over yourself on an operating table. Treys of tools were set up all around you. You couldn't move yet. You tried to yell, but only a squeak came out. A man came up, maybe the same man as in the alley. He spoke, " listen Emma, I need you too sleep." You passed out for the second time. You woke up on the same table. You looked down at your chest. You wished you didn't. What was this man doing to you? And then, the pain came. It was unbearable. It was like nothing you had ever experienced before. You screamed. This time everyone heard you. A soft hand clamped tightly onto your mouth. You couldn't breath. You were in pain. You were sure you were dying. You clawed at the hand until you passed out. You awoke on a small cot in a cell. Like a jail cell. You groaned and thought " nice. Passing out is fun." You tried sitting up, and quickly lay back down. The cot creaked as you moved. You sat up again. More pain. This time, you stayed up. You looked around the cell. One wall was completely made out of glass. Thick glass by the looks. There was a door in one corner. A table in another, and a toilet and sink in one. The last corner was occupied by the cot. There
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was a chair, bolted on the ground, in front of the glass on your side. On the other side of the glass there were three chairs like the one on your side. In front of each chair was a panel. You couldn't see what was on it though.
There you are for now. I'll will most likely update it tonight. I'm talking like I have a bunch of readers. Lol buckyneedshisplumsif your reading this thank you so much for all your support and enthusiasm. {Grace}
