Experiment 05

🖤Chapter 2🖤

I squeeze my forehead with my thumb and index finger, trying to soothe the pounding headache that made itself known when I regained consciousness. The memories of what happened comes flashing back in an instant.

I have to fight, but I can't move. That was my first thought that I understood.

I peer open my eyes with maximum effort and scan my surroundings.
Everything was so white and bright that it made my eyes hurt. I occasionally had to close them for short periods of time just to recover and try again. It took a while for my head to stop spinning and my eyes to process what I was seeing around me.

I was in a cube-like room. It looked like it had two doors on one side, of which I will have to inspect, a see-through glass wall and two beds.

Then I notice a shadowy figure, no a boy, in the room. He looks around my age, sitting on one of the beds, head leaned back against the wall facing up, his eyes closed. I slightly move my head to get a better view at him.

He has dark hair and from what I can see he had a rather muscular body. Not that I was checking out his body at a time like this, it was just something very remarkable. He was obviously very tall and the bed looked too small for him.

Maybe he was also kidnapped like me.

"Hello?" I call out, my voice a bit raspy. I cringe back at the sound my throat makes as I try to swallow. How long have I been out for?

I pull myself upright and rub my head one last time. This was all too sudden.

His weird, yet stunning green eyes shoots open, and he stares right down at me.

"Who are you?" I ask him, sitting more straight up with less struggle, gaining a bit of my power back.

No reply.

"Do you know where we are?" I try again after a pause.

Still no reply.

"Do you speak English?" I ask the boy, still staring at me.

Now that's a stupid question, Gaia. If he didn't understand English, he wouldn't be able to answer that question.

With that I stand up, wobbling over to the first door I saw.

I try to open it, but it was locked, all the while eyeing the boy on the bed. I give the door a slight kick just in case.

Nothing.

Great.

I walk towards the second door and try to open that one. My hoodie felt soaked in something and it didn't smell too nice. Come on man, this was my favourite hoodie.

I wonder what happened?

Luckily the door opens and my curiosity makes me open it fully and peer around the corner.

A bathroom?

There was a shower, toilet and sink. Everything just like the rest of the room, white.

It oddly felt too much like an asylum.

What type of kidnapper do I have?

I walk back into the main room; the boy was now busy reading a book.

But it's in English?

"So, you can't talk?" I ask, guessing he was mute and not just an arrogant man. Was he like a bodyguard to keep me in here?

He doesn't even look at me this time. Now I think he was just ignoring me.

I take a deep sigh and walk around the room checking for any way out. Just an explanation of where I am and why I'm here would be nice. I'll put money on it that my 'mother' had something to do with this.

"Who took me?" I ask myself, not really expecting a response, yet still hoping for one.

Still, I got nothing.

I keep looking in every corner and touch every block, I even checked if the floor tiles or walls could open or break.

The only aspect of the room I found suspicious, was the camera in the left-hand corner of the ceiling. A little red dot flickering on and off every few seconds.

Or maybe I shouldn't find it suspicious, a kidnapper would check on his victims that way. This was no ordinary kidnapping though. The place looks too expensive for some low life pedo, who stalks and takes people for hostage just for the thrill of it.
No, this is something much bigger.

Suddenly the locked door from earlier opens and three men wearing hazmat suits stride in.

I start to feel anxious and slowly back away to a far corner. They walk closer to me, and I try to stay out of their reach, but they catch me in said corner and holds me down with a death grip.

"Where are you taking me?" I ask squirming in their hold as they start to move to the door.

"Who are you?!" I yell as I feel my elbow hit the wall a few times, leaving a bruise for sure.

Nothing.

They start dragging me towards the door they entered in, and we end up in a long corridor.

They push me to the end of the hall and turn left. I frantically look around for any escape. There are no windows or air conditioning vents.

They enter a huge room, with weird looking machinery and two examination beds. It smells exactly like a hospital would. It was clean and white and it all makes me too uncomfortable.
It smells of chlorine and sanitizers.

They quickly strap me down to one of the beds, but I don't stop trying to squirm and make their job harder, even if there is no chance of escape right now.

A woman dressed professionally in a white coat, blue eyes and a medical mask walks up to me.

"It'll be better if it's asleep." She says in a voice dripping with a rich British accent.

Way too posh to be some weirdo with a fetish for torture.

Am I the 'it' they're talking about?

"Where am I?" I try to ask for the hundredth time. "Please, please, please." I beg, my heart racing in my throat.
I can feel the tears stinging as they lay on the brim of my eye lids.

She gives me an ugly grimace before moving to grab something next to her. It was a syringe.

That can't be good.

"No! Please, don't!" I cry out as she moves closer to my neck. "Please!" She pushes my head slightly to the side. "Help! He-elp! Anyone!"

Tears start to stream down my face, and I try to move away as much as I can. I pull at the straps holding me down, but to no avail. This was happening all too quickly and my brain hasn't fully excepted anything.

The needle pierces my skin, and the same cold sensation shoots out, spreading through my body.

After a while my eyes feel too heavy to keep open. It's an internal battle to keep them aware. A battle of which I unfortunately lose.

My body finally shut down, and darkness takes over my scared, shivering frame.

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