Squeek—! Squeek—!
"Hold still."
Squeezing the syringe in his hands a couple of times, only till a clear liquid dropped from the body of the needle did Joseph let out a satisfied smile.
Licking his lips, he walked up to a burned body that was laying down on a rectangular metal plate; the man's hands and feet were bound by metallic latches.
Rolling his chair forward and arriving before the burned body, Joseph proceeded to put some gloves on.
Plack—! Plack—!
Glancing at the man laying down on the table, Joseph started to speak.
"I know that this is only our twelfth dosage of many, but trust me, what I'm doing is for your best."
Grabbing onto the man's shoulder which was filled with blisters, Joseph leaned his body closer and brought the syringe next to it.
