No..
Maybe..
No, no, no, no..
I, I don't know. Maybe I do? I don't want to admit that to him, especially now.. fuck my life, why me anyways? Ugh. It doesn't matter now.
Me and Syril was cling-hugging onto each other for awhile, until we heard the door unlock and before I could react I was pulled away from his grip, I wiggled and this man was like a boa constrictor. The more I tried escaping they just tighten their grip, so I sigh and dangle there like piece of seaweed. I tried looking forward but my huge asshole capturer's body was in my way. I stare at the ground, it went from solid floor, to Rocky concrete again. I was sat down, I quickly try to escape but that failed completely by this man locking my wrists down in chains. I sigh, on my knees now since this thing has a limit.
I look around, finding a huge lengthy window facing right towards me. The scarred-face person from last time commanded a small female to go to me? I guess. I can't hear anything through the window.
The next thing I know a door behind me opened, I heard footsteps come closer to me, I tried turning and saw the lady from the window holding a needle with this liquid inside it, it was different types of colors. Strange, so I didn't want it, obviously, also the fact that I hate shots.
I tried wiggling away but that was no use, I managed to push my head into my shirt, hoping she doesn't aim for my neck. Lucky me, she does. The lady pulls my shirt collar from off over my head and quickly held me before I could do anything else, I wiggle but the shot enters the side of my neck. I wince until every last drop was pushed it, I groan in pain. The lady quickly leaves. I stare daggers at the scarred man, he had this disgust smug grin on his face I so wanted to knock the fuck out of.
I then felt somehow dazed like something knocked me in the back of the head, and a flame bursting in my stomach added to it, I wailed and screamed out in agony.
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