Eric cleared his throat, and three guards entered the infirmary. They carried each other with an electric baton. Crystal could tell right away what they were about to do, and she shouted for them to stop, but it did no good. All at once, they pressed the batons to his flesh, and he began to flail about. It looked like he was having a grand mal seizure.
"I don't think that he'll be putting up much of a fight now," Eric laughed.
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Crystal felt like a shell-shocked soldier, and when Eric led her into the next room, she went along obediently. He sat her on the bed, and he began to treat her wounds.
There was a clock on the wall, and its steady tick-tock-tick-tock rattled her brain. She looked up at it and saw that it had been two and a half hours since she had stepped out of her car. Before long, the driver would notify Nathan. At that point, the shit was sure to hit the fan. He will use the GPS on my wrist to find me, but what about Carlos?- she wondered.
