Part 5

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Waking up was a big mistake. I panicked by just looking around. It was dirty, the walls were dark and stones were falling out of it. The ground was uneven from what I could see. In a circle around me were silver metal tables with things on it I couldn't figure out. Above me a flashing bright light with moths circling around.  I was confused if the room resembled a laboratory or what else it should be. What I knew for real was the fact that I was tied up on a cold table which was usually found at vets. I tried hard to move without any result. I got scared. What should I do now? I realized that I made a huge mistake. Why didn't I stayed at the hotel? I could be in my room right now, sleeping peacefully in bed. Oh god... what now? What now? What are they doing with me? I began sweating because of my panic. I tried with all my force to break free, but I wasn't strong enough.

A man in a white coat walked towards me. He had short brown hair and brown eyes. Because of his thin figure, he didn't appear very strong. To be honest, he reminded me of a nerd. A big creepy, mad scientist-nerd. He smiled at me "Ahh I see why they kept you. You're perfect, Ms Osborn!" He jumped a little bit whilst saying that. He clapped and rubbed his hands against each other after that. He shrieked a little bit "This is so exciting!" His behaviour freaked me out. Perfect? Perfect for what? His way of speaking and walking made me want to scream and cry, but my brain was cleverer than me and I stayed silent, saying nothing. The man walked around me, observing every inch of me. I heard him murmur the word perfect over and over.

After a few silent seconds he began laughing. "Oh you're wonderful! I can't wait to start!" He shrieked again like a little girl getting her own pony. He almost jumped to the metal table with several medical instruments. 

My eyes widened. I completely lost control now. What was going to happen to me? I kept thinking about what he was going to do with me. Tears rolled down my temples and wettened my hair. My hope that someone would find me was low, but I kept hoping, kept praying for someone to come or for something to happen, that he would let me go. But no one came and nothing changed his mind. I pulled at the ties, trying to come free, but it was useless.
He turned around holding a syringe filled with black liquid which wouldn't stop circling. He snapped with his fingers and grinned "We have so much time my dear."

Two men came in and tied my mouth with duct tape. The crazy man came closer and I screamed. I tried to move, to come free but nothing helped. I cried and begged for help, but I knew nobody could hear me nor would come to help me. My brain tried its best to deal with the situation, but it was hopeless. The next thing I felt was the sting of the needle and intense coldness. The coldness stang like thousands of needles and converted to pure pain flowing through my body. I screamed and screamed until my throat hurt. Sweat rolled down my forehead and worked his way through my clothes, as I began sweating like crazy all over my body. The pain got worse the more it spreaded out in my body. It felt like I was torn up from inside over and over again, as if the coldness ate me alive.  All I wanted to do was to scream and run away, but I couldn't. The pain was too big to do anything. I couldn't move anymore. I couldn't scream anymore. All I was doing was panicking and feeling the pain. I tried to breath regularly and to calm down but it was impossible. Instead of continuing the fight against the pain, my body decided to pass out. 

Waking up, I didn't remember anything about last night. My whole body was shivering.
I was lying in my bed in my hotelroom. I yawned and stretched my arms. At once I pulled them back, feeling great pain in them. "What the hell?" I murmered, sitting up. By body hurt and I was starving so much, that my stomach was double hurting. I checked the time. 7am. "Time to get up.. i guess." With shaking legs I walked in the bathroom. I almost passed out multiple times, but I knew I had to have breakfast to regain some strength. The whole time I was asking myself what was wrong with me to feel this awful, but I couldn't find the answer.

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