Hold On, I'm Here

Hold On, I'm Here

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jun 3, 2015
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When Emma Hunter wakes up on a metal slab, she already knows something is terribly wrong. It isn't until later however, that she learns how wrong it all is. Taken away from her family and her home by a secret organisation, she is plunged into a world of violence, danger and death at every turn. But it’s not the threat of death that has Emma afraid. It’s the constant experiments that the organisation’s leader, simply known as The Director, runs on all his agents that has her looking for escape. Despite this seemingly hopeless place, she finds refuge and a friend from a silent, strong and intimidating girl who guides her through her lessons, teaching Emma all she needs to survive The Director’s world. But what happens when the survivor can no longer hold on to reality?
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She wakes up to blinding lights and silence. No name. No memories. Only the sterile scent of metal and the echo of her own heartbeat. Every day begins the same - strapped to a bed, surrounded by faces she doesn't recognize. They call it research. She calls it torture. Each session peels away another layer of her mind, until she no longer knows if the pain she feels is real or manufactured. The walls hum with electricity. The machines whisper in frequencies only she can hear. And the man who stands over her - the one with steady eyes and shaking hands - is both her tormentor and the only soul who looks at her like she's still human. As her fragmented memories begin to resurface, she realizes that the greatest experiment isn't on her body - it's on her mind. It's not a story about escape. It's a story about what's left of you after you've already lost everything.

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