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t around the room. My chest slowly went down as I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. At this point, all that brought me comfort was the thought of at least no longer being zipped up in that smal

hinly spaced metal bars around the cell made it more than obvious that I was a prisoner, and the dark empty sp

ld concrete and it was evident on my body. My neck was sore and my back was stuffy from the uncomfortable sleeping area and probably from my uncomfortable slee

lt like it was getting smaller and smaller by the second. I further collapsed into the floor, wishing to get numb from all of the pain and sink into unconsciou

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e, but the breathing just came to me as if by instinct. It was as if I was doing it by muscle memory, as if I had done it many times before. I might not know many t

lunteer themselves to get tattooed if everything was just going to hurt so much? Almost every inch of my body was inked—some would say I was inked to death. The tattoos were all different shapes, sizes, p

lled with works of art, and I kind of liked it. Maybe if I actually had the will to move, I would examine each and every inch of my body to see all of t

pots, dust, and some blood. I could just tell by looking at it that it had seen better days. The more I looked at my body, the more intrigued I got. Curiosit

be enough

much more than that. The seemingly dark and intimidating empty space around it soon revealed clear glass with people standing right behind it... looking at me. The idiots we

coats while others had black clothing throughout. I watched as the small right hand side of the

this facility. A lot of things were a mystery to me, and the ringing in my head was of no help. The whole predicament just spelled out danger, but there was not much I could do about it, aside from just play nice

were getting a bit too close to me... dangerously close, and I did not like it one bit. I could feel something stirring within me at the thought o

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their right mind would be anything other than horrible if they woke up on the cold, hard floor, trapped in some sort of test-lab-looking prison with some strange idiots sta

flying fu*k about all of that... I just wanted to be somewhere other than here. I might not know or remember many

have a job to do and must do it. We are going to be giving you a full body check-up and examinati

was, I am sure I deserved better and knew that was enough for me. One man made his way closer to me and tried to grab my wrist in order to draw my blood

nees screaming in pain, making his other friend all annoyed and angry. He made his way to me and tried to pounce on me, but I just used his weight and anger against him. I simply

her. If I am being frank, any conversation with her would probably be boring and stale, so I do not need to waste

glass makeshift door. I could feel the pain threatening to take over my body as it almost crippled me, but I did not give in.

ally escape this prison and get back to whatever life I had been living before I was rudely dragged to this hell hole. I could actua

idated in their own right and probably very dangerous. Even though there were a lot of people throughout the room, both men and women, my eyes just felt drawn to one man — him, the

in charge. His obnoxiously large chair, stern face, commandi

the

that he was giving. Call it some strange form of twisted attraction, but I dig it... I woul

his eyes were like a deep blue sea that I

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