Rebel Child of Crown City

The suture needle glides effortlessly through my torn skin as the lanky dude ordered his beetle-like minions to watch over me while he left to do something. Once he leaves, the pair look back at me with looks I couldn't quite read. "The hell are you two ogling at? Bug off!" I grit through my teeth as I tug my continuous suturing pattern. Suddenly, one picks my glass confinement cell up & shakes it, laughing evilly as it did so.