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The boy looked as weary and restless as I did. His long, wavy hair framed his cocoa colored face. All we both had on was our undergarments. I felt embarrassed, ashamed, and exposed. Our wrists were bound by chains that hung off of the wall. We were both about two feet off the ground, our wrists being strained. Just then, the metal door opened, and the nut job that brought us here walked in with a woman. She had on a nurse's uniform, but she didn't look like a nurse. The man brought in a long metal cart, and the nurse brought a shorter cart with tools on it. Scary, sharp tools. The man had on a doctor's coat. He also had on a mask and gloves. He lifted up a clipboard and read off of the papers it held.
