Where am I? What's happening? Who has done this to me? These were all questions I wanted to ask when I woke up, strapped
to a leather seat, white tiles surrounding the floors and walls. I looked around and saw medical equipment all around me, syringes, bandages, and small metal scissors. A tall figure in a white lab coat appeared in the doorway.
"Hello Experiment 167. I'm sure you have a lot of questions for me." He smiled warmly, making me feel sick to my stomach. My name is Kay! Not experiment whatever!
"Who are you?" I asked bitterly, probably not the best way to respond. "My name is doctor Smith. It's a pleasure meeting you." He replied.
"Look, you can drop the act, I know you're just pretending to be nice." I snapped.
"My, my, looks like we have a rebel." He said, making my stomach drop. Why did I have to blurt that out? Why?? He picked up a needle from the table beside me and gently pressed it into my arm. Before I could let out a cry of agony, he covered my mouth with his hand. I started to feel woozy, watching the room fade to black.
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Case Closed
FantasyKay woke up not knowing who she is, where she is, or who has taken her. The only thing she remembers is here name. But that might not even matter anymore...
