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I stood with my back against the white wall, the men are clothed from head to toe, no bare skin visible.

"Come on Resa the sooner you cooperate the sooner we'll be done" Mr. Johnson chuckles, my breathing quickens as he steps forward with the needle in his left hand.

"No! Please..." I beg but he only smiles, Mr. Johnson reaches for my arm, I slide down the wall and kick him in the gut as hard as I can, He stumbles backwards coughing.

"Hold. Her. Down!" He orders right then three of the suited men walk to me. I struggle to free myself, but it's hopeless, I'm not strong enough to overpower them. "Steady her, We already lost one, I am NOT losing this one as well." Mr. Johnson grabs my neck with his gloved hand, turning it to the side he sticks the needle into my neck, with little care he injects the serum into my body.