Stitched Limbs

Ch 17: Finally

WARNING!

Kinky shit is about to happen, lots of smut and sexy stuff happening. Young eyes turn away before you dive into a pool you are NOT ready for yet.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

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A couple of days later

A loud crashing sound awakes me and I shoot up in bed, instant panic putting me into a fight or flight mode. And I realize too late a group of large guards was rushing in, one of them grabs my ankle and pulls me off of the bed. I cry out as my head hits the ground, more of them surround me in my dark room and grab my ribs. One of them places his hand over my mouth and I struggle in their grip, pulling on their holds on my arms and legs.

I feel them lift me up and start taking me out of my room, panic fills me further as they pull me out into the hall and I bite the guys hand that's covering my mouth. "Let me go! Help! Somebody!" I scream loudly.

The guard waves his hand a little bit and they stop. "Shut her up with a short living paralytic." He commands.

"You'll have to hold her still for that shit!" Another says.

They hold my limbs tighter and I fight harder, kicking and trying to claw at this point. One of them grabs a hold of my head despite my snarling and holds it hard as the rest hold me until I'm pretty much immobilized. Then the one holding my head snaps it to the side fast enough my neck popped painfully and I let out a short cry.

"Don't break her fucking neck dumbass!" One of them hisses, I squirm more as I feel a needle pushed into my neck.

"She's fucking strong you idiot! Do you realize I basically had to break her neck just to fucking move it." The one holding my head hisses back as the liquid is pushed into my bloodstream.

And with my heart rate as fast as it was right now, it took affect quick and I was unable to move at all. Or scream for help more importantly. Once I'm limp one of them just slings me over his shoulder and transports me down the hall, I could tell that we went into the elevator for a short time and onto another floor. But I wasn't sure which from my view of the guards back. I was too busy concentrating on trying to get my limbs and mouth back into commission to realize that they had stopped moving and had almost gotten my fingers back when the guy holding me walked into another dark room. Fear spikes into my head as I think of what could possibly happen next.

And the guard throws me onto something soft, so my fear spikes even further as more dark thoughts start to race into my head. But he leaves and the door slams shut behind him. A few seconds later it locks and I wonder exactly where the fuck I am. I couldn't move so it's not like I could get up to investigate the room that I've been tossed into. But I felt my limbs start to tingle as the paralytic was starting to wear off, but I wasn't exactly sure how long it had been since the time of my unwanted arresting from my room. So I couldn't exactly give any sort of credit to the guard that said it was a short lived one.

On the plus side, I could finally feel my lips again and actually make an action to figure out exactly who was in here. "H... Hepur?" I struggle out, moving my hand a little bit to feel what I was laying on.

Silence.

I dealt with the fact I didn't get a response and continue to feel what I was laying on, finding I could fully move my arms now. Whatever I was laying on was pretty large, and it was too damn fluffy to be one of the facilities beds, although it felt like heaven. So maybe a couch? In a lounge? Who in the fuck did this belong to?