Your Worst Nightmare

Part Eight

Experiment 078, Paul Wellington

I woke up completely without pain this time. They usually don't let me go without pain, but it seems that they would this time. Heaven for me, woho.

I looked around me, scanning the area where I was. The place was dark, the stone floor had cracks in it with lava flowing in and around the cracks. The only thing that's lightning the place up is the bright sky.

I laid on the hot ground, watching the mesmerizing lava for a while. Until it hit me; where is everyone? I can't be alone here. All the other experiments should be with me. We should be in our cages, waiting for our doctors to come to us.

"......" My voice didn't make itself heard, I can't hear my voice. No sounds are coming out. Was the time standing still? That would be the best answer to the feelings I have in my body. There's so quiet, and all I hear is my own thoughts; memories repeating itself in my brain making me feel the worst of pain a human can feel.

It wasn't until that moment I realized that there was another experiment here, one as weak as me. She didn't move, she just hang there on a cross. Her hands tied up to the cross while the rest of her body was hanging there like a shell.

Wait, is she dead?

I tried to move to her, but my body felt like cement and I gave up. I wasn't able to move myself, it was impossible. The sky was a combination between blue and red, making it a beautiful purple color in the middle of the sky. I tried to think of one of the colors; maybe they'd give me answers? I choose to think of the purple color, but gave up when I realized that it didn't make any difference.

I don't know for how long I laid there without control over myself or my actions. I began to get tired, like "I give up"-tired. All I could think of in that point was how my little sister are doing, if she's alive. If my friends I had before I ended up here are safe and in peace without worrying, fear and pain.

I began to think that I was in hell, the foreplay of the real game. I prepared for the worst, that someone would come and get me, sending me to my death. Wait a mome-..
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"His SpO2 is down under 40, no pulse. Give him adrenaline, CPR and get the crash car! We need to intubate."

I watched over myself, the nurses and doctors trying to save me. A female nurse intubated me, the nurse who raped me last time before I lost conscious gave CPR and a female doctor got the crash car in. All I could think was; Please, please, don't save me!

A female voice could be heard; "Charging to 50 joules. One, two, three. CLEAR!"

"No pulse, continue."

Don't continue, please!

"Charging to 100 joules. One, two, three. CLEAR!"

"No pulse. CONTINUE! And give him one more dose of adrenaline too!"

No, no, no. Let me die!

"Charging to 200 joules. One, two, three. CLEAR!"

"No pulse. Keep going, we can't let him die."

"But doctor, maybe we should let g-.."

"SHUT UP AND DO AS I SAY, STUPID CUNT!"

".... Charging to 250 joules. One, two, three. CLEAR!"

"Good cunt. We've got a pulse, keep him under artificial coma for the next 48 hours. He isn't stable enough to breath on his own. But when he does.." The Doctor trailed off with a sadistic laugh, causing everyone to take a deep breath; knowing what would happen then.

The head doctor of me left and the others began to place electrodes to an EKG machine on my chest, giving me an IV with infusion; forcing my body to take the energy the infusion gives me.

It felt like my body was on fire, and oh how I wanted to escape the pain once again. What's the point in living when you can't breath on your own? I can't move my body because of the stupid coma they choose to put me in.

Now I know how death feels. And I hope I never wake up again.
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Seems like they harmed Paul more than they thought they did..

~ Ame