My yelling soon got interrupted by a yank to my hair. My tired body got smashed in to the wall a few times till I finally fell into to it. As I looked around my new surroundings I try to take in every bit of fresh air I could not knowing if I would be put back into that hell again. My body now sat in a gray room with a gray chair, the only other color was red on the wall behind the gray chair. I yell her name again as I did before, this is more for comfort now. I stop yelling when I see a piece of the left wall open up and two men in gray lab gowns stepped out. One man is holding other person with a sack over their head by the neck and walking them to the gray chair and sitting them down. The other man was holding a box, he was facing me from the other end of the room but he was looking past me. There was no sound, there should have been sound but I heard none, in this moment I was death.
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Lealynn
Mystère / ThrillerA man has no control of his body in this hell, the only hope he has is her name. (A very short story, and the first story I wrote in awhile but meh why not post it)
