Dover Experiments

Chapter 3

Seconds after entering the room, a pair of muscalar arms wrapped firmly around my waist. I started to panic, thrashing my arms every which way trying desperately to free myself from whoever this abominal beast was. I began screaming out of sheer horror, however my screams were short-lived as the man aggresively wrapped duct tape around my head, starting from my mouth; I felt lightheaded as the tape got tighter and tighter.

I sobbed while hystarically glimpsing around the room. Was this the end? What was the point of living if I never even served a purpose? There's so much I want to do and see before I die.. I cant die like this..

I was tossed into a stiff chair and was abruptly strapped down. I shut my eyes and whimpered uncontrollably. What were they planning on doing to me? My head felt like it was going to explode into a million tiny pieces of brain and blood. This can't be the end! I began to tremble, my heart felt like it was pounding out of my chest. There's no way out of this. This is the end. Then I felt a serrated needle dig ever so deep into my lower arm, followed by an immediate jolt. I wailed in agony yet my screams were demolished by the barrier that stood ever so confidently on my mouth. I was drenched in sweat and my breathing surprisingly became faster and heavier than it was prior to the injection.

Suddenly, a door slammed shut.. was it safe to open my eyes? I cringed at the thought of opening my eyes and seeing a lanky, deranged man ,ogling at me with a crooked smile on his face. However, curiosity intoxicated me and my eyes slowly peaked open.

There was no one in front of me. I vigilantly looked from side to side. No one was in the room; I was isolated once again. I glanced down at my arm and was greeted with the sight of a minuscule bump surrounding the area where the needle entered, which seemed like a fairly typical reaction to a needle.

Just as I began to believe I was going to be ok, my arm swiftly turned into a bloody red color. I gulped; what was happening? I desired to look away but I sat frozen in trepidation. My arm felt as if it was smoldering from the inside out and I was forced to watch this catastrophe take place. Seconds later, my arm began to jerk around turbulently as my arm rapidly shed vast amounts of skin; revealing gory flesh in the process. I felt as if a parasite had crawled deep into my arm and was destroying everything in its path.

I promptly began feeling immensely bilious; I could feel everything I ate in the last day aggressively hurdle to the back of my throat. I instantaneously threw up; the tape bursting off my mouth due to the prodigious force of my regurgitated food. Woefully, because I was laying down, the puke splattered back onto my face. A lot of the throwup shot back up my mouth. I felt like I was about to choke, I frantically tried to turn my head to the side to rid of the barf but the straps, that grasped so tightly to my bare skin, made it hard to turn my head enough to spit out the remaining vomit. I started struggling to breath, I felt like I was suffocating on the vile acid that rested peacefully in my rotting mouth. I felt like I was about to puke again but I tried my hardest not to, knowing that it would further the already existing problem. I made the arduous decision to swallow the remaining throw up, I was revolted. While I was swallowing it, I felt some sort of squishy solid. I coughed it up immediately and gazed to see what it was. An organ.. it was a fucking organ!

I felt even dizzier than I did earlier. Without thinking rationally, I closed my eyes and blacked out.

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I awoke to yet another needle being jabbed into my arm. What were they injecting now? Haven't I experienced enough torment today? Howbeit, I felt a heavy grip on both my wrists. Could it be? Had this terrorizing examination concluded? Were they finally releasing me? I buoyantly opened my eyes; I was infact being freed from the depths of hell I had roamed for the past few hours. The man finalized unstrapping me and casually strolled to the door.

I smiled and slowly lifted up from my chair. Fatigue. Anguish. I watched the man walk away as I tried to stand up. It wasn't long before that trying became desperate as the man got closer and closer to the door. And before long, the man was gone and the door was locked, and I was left crying and screaming as my legs and arms throbbed.