Misha
What was that? That last part was more than a hallucination, right? It had to be. It felt real… familiar.
"Are you alright?" Dr. Trevon asks as he unfastens my restraints.
Dr. Trevon, racked with guilt, gently messages my wrists once he notices the red marks.
"I'm fine. Really. Even if I weren't, I wouldn't blame you. This isn't the time for you to be refusing Dr. Assfaces orders." I whisper as I evaluate my wrists.
Dr. Trevon nods as he continues his task. Dr. Monroe struts out of the monitoring room with a shit-eating grin.
"Wonderful job, Ven. See how easy this is if you cooperate." Dr. Monroe pats my back encouragingly.
"Fuck you." I snarl as I brush his hand off me.
"Calm down. I wouldn't have gone this far if you didn't fight the drugs." Dr. Monroe frowns.
