It Begins

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The door cracks open, and a rather shrewd looking figure peers in. I shut my eyes and and slow down my breathing in an attempt to look like I was sleeping.

I hear footsteps moving towards me. I struggle to keep my breaths steady. I feel a gloved yet still clammy hand caress my face

"Reagan"

I feel drips of saliva dripping onto my face. The urge to move my face out the way is immense, but I continue to play dead.

"If you're already asleep, then I guess you won't need the anesthesia"

My eyes snap open as fear begins to blossom once again. Why would he need anesthesia?

"ah you're awake"

I begin to convulse uncontrollably, my body trembling in fear. Sweat travels down my face as I hold back my screams knowing it won't do any good.

Cold air hits my torso as I feel my shirt being lifted up.

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