Hey wattpaders! I just wrote this today, and really wanted to upload it. Let me know if you want me to continue. I think it has real potential, but just let me know what you think. [:
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Chapter 1-
"Boss, she's awake!"
My eyes started adjusting to my blurry vision. My ears rang loudly, making my head throb. It felt like someone was hitting all sides of my head with multiple hammers.
Crystal blue eyes stared at me from the depths of white skin. I could see every inch of the face perfectly, saving the image in my head. The smile was sinister.
"Get her the injection and then put some clothes on her." He mumbled, trying to hide some sort of pride. I looked down confused, knowing I shouldn't be naked. Come to think of it...where am I?!?
"Get up." I tried to pull myself up, but my stomach muscles protested loudly, and I hit whatever I was laying on with a thud. I groaned, and the guy standing above me sighed. But he waited patiently as I propped myself up, and felt the blood rush out of my head, making the ringing in my ears amplified, and the pulsing of pain in my head worse.
The guy stared at me with bored, really light green eyes, almost grey, and light caramel colored skin. He wore what I recognized as surfer shorts, and a white, nicely fitted shirt that was ripped at the shoulders, and showed his nice complexion underneath.
"Your arm," He held out his hand, and I glared at it. "I know you can understand me. Give me your arm." That's when I noticed the syringe in his other hand. It was a long, black needle that connected to a black cylinder. Something told me I didn't want to have that pumped into my veins. "We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." He warned wiggling his fingers as a notion for me to put my arm in his hand. "It's ok." He murmured.
Did my heart just speed up?! I wake up in who knows where, I'm naked, and I don't even remember anything, yet my heart pathetically throbs at the beautiful face asking to put some kind of thick liquid in me. How do I know it's thick? I can hear it sloshing in the little container.
I slowly extended my arm, now feeling a little self conscious as I realized he's a guy...and I'm naked. Wonderful.
"Good girl." He said as if talking to an animal. Am I an animal? "This might hurt a little." He said, but I heard words behind them. *This is going to hurt a lot.* I eyed the small gun strapped to his waist nervously. He noticed. "Do you know what this is?" Something told me I shouldn't answer. *How would she know it's dangerous?* I glanced around to try to see where his voice was coming from when his mouth wasn't moving. It sounded a lot like this man, but his mouth wasn't moving. It must move for sound to come out in the shape of words.
He straightened my arm, and put it on the single arm rest on my side, quickly strapping it in with three, thick belts. I felt my circulation stop, and my fingers went cold. He slipped the needle into my forearm as I saw him slowly slide it in, while cautiously watching me as if I would have a mental breakdown any second now. But there was no pain. My arm was numb from the belts. He started pushing the liquid in, and then when it finished, he slowly pulled it out.
I waited fearfully, paying close attention to my arm. But there was only a slight tingling feeling, aside from the numbness.
"Lay back," I felt my heart speed up, as the fear got me ready for what's to come. But I did as I was told, still sneakily eyeing the gun. He narrowed his eyes, staring at me while he removed the first strap between my forearm and wrist. The tingling feeling spread down to my wrist. Then he loosened the one at my wrist, and my fingers twitched. My heart sped a little as I stared into his bright eyes, begging with mine desperately. He was taken aback for only a second before he blinked, and looked down at the last strap holding the blood from entering my arm.
"Please," I murmured my eyes tearing up. *I'm sorry,*a voice said, but I kept my pleading eyes locked to his defensive, but slowly weakening, beautiful eyes.
"The less you move, the less it will hurt." Was all he mumbled before pulling the last belt from my arm, and sprinting away from me, without a single glance back.
That's when I felt it.
I can't explain the feeling inside me. It felt like acid was being poured on to my skin. I could feel it working its way up my arm, eating at me. Almost like burning in a fire, except worse, because instead of the fire deteriorating your skin, it was eating at it slowly, but not killing the cells, so it still blazed on, while eating at the other cells too. It felt like the pain spread, but never lessened where it had first began. I screamed at the top of my lungs, clenching my fists on the chair, not wanting to break my own fingers, but slightly denting the chair's cushion. I felt my brain start to lock down, getting ready to give in to the pain. But I didn't allow it. I held on to the pain, waiting impatiently as it spread and boiled my skin.