Stitched Limbs

Ch 3: Testing Begins

*WARNING*

Sketchy procedural stuff happening! Do not read if you have a soft stomach, but know that this is important to the story.

"Ooooohhhh Emmeline, it's time to wake up darling." A male voice says, slapping my cheek a little bit. My neck felt sore and stiff as I pulled my head up, like it had been hanging down for a while. "That's it Number 3, wake up."

"Wh-what the hell?" I say, feeling nausea flare up in my stomach. Doctor Tyns' shoes looked like the best place to relieve the pain in my stomach. "Gods... I feel like shit all over again..."

"Don't worry, that feeling will go away after the 5th or 6th time." Doctor Tyn said walking around the chair I was sitting in to the small table that sat beside it. "You'll get used to it, then no longer look at me like I'm a good throw up target."

I give him a little growl and try to get up from the chair, my body hitting the leather restraints keeping me to the chair. "I don't think I signed up for this." I say, trying to keep myself calm as I pull on the restraints a little bit.

Doctor Tyn tsks and leans close to my neck, enough to where I could feel his breath on it. "That's where you're highly wrong." He hissed, then he pulled away from my neck as soon as he was there. "You see, maybe you should have taken a little more time to look at this contract. It would have saved you a lot of grief." The sound of paper sliding against metal can be heard, then Doctor Tyn held a paper in front of me. Some of the text was highlighted. "I've taken the liberty of showing what you missed in your depressed fit."

I furrow my brows in confusion and look at it, the highlighted text in particular. "By signing this contract, I, the signer, release my free will in agreeing to the deal that has been spoken with the facilities representative...?" Panic seeps into my voice a little bit towards the end there, and Doctor Tyn pipes in as soon as "Signer" left my lips.

"This contract hasn't been modified since you signed it, so don't think that somebody counterfeited your signature just to make you do what we want you to do. And don't try to pull that 'I didn't sign up for this' bullshit. Because I'll tattoo this phrase on your chest and make you write it on the walls and floors of your room in your own blood." Doctor Tyn threatens, his voice only slightly menacing as he puts the contract back. "We have to get this done, as you agreed, and get you finished by two years. So, if you don't mind." Tyn pulls a syringe off the table and lets me see it. "Lets get this started."

He starts to get closer to me and I move back a little bit. "W-Wait! What is that!?" I almost shriek out, my hands tightening on the armrests.

Doctor Tyn looks at the syringe and thinks for a minute, then back to me, a sickening smile on his face. "This what we doctors like to call Cruneil, it's a nerve enhancer. We like to apply it to our subjects when we plan on having them conscious for procedures." He grabs my chin and holds it tightly as he pushes the needle into my neck, I rip my chin from his hand and wince at the pain. Feeling the thick liquid push into my vein, Tyn chuckles as he pulls the needle away. "It's time to start."

My neck started to feel like it was on fire, the skin around the needle point and starting to spread slowly. I let out a couple of whimpers and try to move my hand to touch my neck, thinking that maybe that could help the feeling. Doctor Tyn simply laughed a little bit and tossed the syringe into the hazard bin and starts to get some tools together, humming a song I didn't know as he did. The burning sensation continued to spread down my body, making me squirm in the seat as my skin fired fireworks every time it touched something just slightly. And sitting down was like having pop rocks popping under it constantly. He milled around the room calmly, grabbing up tools to place on the rolling table he was bringing with him. A smile on his face every time he glanced up at me, squirming in place and unable to keep the whimpers from escaping my body.