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gulp of the crisp water they offered,

, about to be completely left on my lonesome. Who knows what it will do to me. I don’t even know if their intentions are true

ermon says, as her workers – as I assume – file out the door, tak

much as I don’t trust him, it’s about the devil I know. If somethi

n mutters, motioning beside me. On a small desk, I notice she is correct. A rather thin book o

” There are other people here? How many? I had known there were more

drugs how we predict,” Sermon

question frantically.. “What could

rd in all the wrong places. I sigh. This was the fate I have been fearing for a long time. My stomach is empty, and I can almost feel the pill dissolve wi

e the one door in this room. There’s another door similar to mine directly in front. To my left and right, I spy a long alleyway. The door is locked. Naturally. I wonder where Alpha Alden is. I’m assuming in another building somewhere, gloa

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h water or dry swallow. Monitor close

oms persist such as: - Momentary vision loss - Racing heart - Migraines - Fever - Seizure - Nausea or ab

ns to withdraw immortal toxins from t

the bench. This is serious. I was just fed a pill that’s about

to memorize the potential horrific symptoms, and predicted ones. However, when I look at the words, they are swirling everywhere in a mess of letters and ink. It kicks out the stability from under me, and I find myself stu

erhaps it’s from the tears streaming out of my eyes. I’m panicking. My breathing is rapid, which I try desperately to calm. Freaking out won’t help me at all. Not when I feel like my entire body is seized by cold, while my forehead burns intensel

on is split in a foggy haze right down the middle. To one side, I see nothing but darkness. On the other, which seem a

,” Sermon tells me. I frown, confuse

e other side, my vision is

mon tells me. And then she vanishes from my vision, like wiping a slate clean. And then I

shield them, listening instead to the grinding of my door open. I feel groggy, but I’m fresher than I was

th to my face. My protests come in wild flailing or my arms, and harsh words as they tie the cloth a

ff my chair. I kick out, hitting flesh – I assume an

omeone growls in my ear. “

Just like me. I’m assuming by the fabric from their outfits, they are the security Alden hired. What authority do they have t

my feet dragging across the linoleum. I’m trying to fight, but it se

and keep my mouth shut. Only because I want to hear what they are tal

is faster paced. Greedy. Whatever he is doing, he is doing it for his o

nt with a jaunty laugh. “No one is special to Alden. He’s

people. Each comment on my appearance to some degree. Some are demeaning while others are just pure vile. But I keep my mouth shut. I’m not going to tempt the auth

g is completely silent, as if we have been le

. And staring right back at me, are hundreds of