Ch. 10 Where Are You Now?

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Maggie's POV

My eyes flutter open and the first thing I see is a slightly yellow stained ceiling, but mostly white. I look to my side where I remember seeing Glenn, only he's not there. I try to sit up, only to realize I can't feel anything, I can't even move. My whole body is numb, my eyes heavy from sleep.
Then the door opened, and if my body could, it would tense and go rigid. The only thing I could feel were my eyelids and my teeth partially. My eyes fluttered as a man entered the room, dammit for a split second I thought it was Glenn, but sadly it wasn't.
He moves to the end of my bed
"ah your awake" he chuckles seeming amused and I can't help but try to set a glare on him
My teeth grit as well as I could considering my mouth and everything else was numb, I wanted to yell at him so bad. In my mind I responded though
Who the fuck are you? Where's Glenn? Where am I?
The man smiled, and two men walk in through he opened door. My eyes flicked between the two, making contact with both. One walked to my side, and my eyes managed to look down at my arm, which was connected to many tubes.
Touch me and I'll kill you
The man took a handful of tubes, and didn't pause as he yanked them out of her arm, a muffled cry escaped my mouth as he did so. Another man, on her other side, asks the one standing at the end of my bed
"Where are we taking her?"
The man at the end of the bed responded almost instantly
"Take her to Section B of the building and prep her for it" he put an emphasis on it and I felt one of my eyebrows raise questioning him
What the hell does he mean by that? What's it?
"And you don't have to be gentle, she can't feel a thing.....yet" he added on watching me with a sinister smile
My eyes must've widened or something to cause everyone to chuckle around her, all three men had their eyes on her. She closes her eyes wishing they'd just go away. Then there was a hand.
One of the men, was grabbing under her armpits, holding up her top half, the other man took her feet.
"And to Section B we go" the one with her feet chuckled. His hair was dark, his eyes as well, he looked like he was soulless. Probably was considering he was basically kidnapping her from her room.
Then her thoughts went wild
What if Glenns hurt? Or worse they've killed him
She felt silent tears stream down her cheeks, she wishes she could wipe them away, knowing she wouldn't be able to since she can't feel a thing. Hell the way they were holding Her? If she weren't numb, would probably be hurting her.
Then her thoughts went even more wild
My baby. Dammit! Is my baby ok? It would crush Glenn if the baby wasn't. Oh god who am I kidding it would crush me. I need this baby.
My eyes wandered down to my stomach, and I felt more tears silently make there way down my cheek, dropping onto my collarbone thanks to the way my head was slumped forward.
Glenn. Please be ok. Oh god I should've gone to the front with him, I wouldn't have been in a hospital bed, I'd probably be with Glenn
"Hurry up and get her inside" a man in a dark suit says standing beside a door, he seemed rushed, and the men slowly brought her into the room he was standing beside
They lie her on a cold hard metal table, stripping her of her only clothing, a old hospital nightgown. Across the room was a old chair, it had shackles on the arms and the head rest, probably a throat shackle, also on the legs of the chair were shackles. Then she notices the spikes in the throat shackle.
Who the hell would make a contraption like that? Your an idiot Maggie, psychopaths would.
Both of the men who had carried me into the room, left, and I was alone, lying on the cold hard metal table.
My eyes adjusted on the fluorescent light above me, it was turning from its normal color to green.
Stop staring at it, your making your eyes worse then they already are!
I close my eyes, before i hear the door open, they shot back open and I heard it slam closed. A man stands at the end of the table with his hands folded behind his back, he was smiling slightly, more of a smirk really.
His eyes are dark, dark enough that I swear I can see my reflection in them, and his presence seemed to make the room colder.
Oh wait no, that's just the numbness wearing off you dumb nut
But I would probably stick with it was him, his hair was a dirty blonde shade, not dyed, probably natural which meant he had to be dumb. His skin was pale and soft looking, baby smooth soft, he was probably in his late teens, way younger then me, not a spot of acne in sight.
He made his way to the left side of the table
"Afternoon Maggie" he says leaning down and kissing my forehead
My first reaction was my eyes widening
How does he know my name? Who the hell are you? Get your dirty lips off me!
He chuckles "your prettier then they told me"
He turns away, walking towards the torture chair and smiles "this is where he's gonna sit and watch what we do to you"
As I feel sure enough I open my mouth, finally gaining the feeling in my tongue. A small noise escapes, my mouth, nothing that could probably be heard.
Then the door opens and I felt the presence of another person, this was a woman. She had long red hair, pale skin, scattered freckles on her face. Her green eyes stared at the man, and he turns "ah There you are, Caitlin" he leans in kissing her lightly on the lips
She kissed back and I stare disgusted, and she pulls back looking down at me with a smirk
"So what're you gonna do to her?"
"Don't worry your little head...just business"
She examines my body, and I wish I could cover up, or have Glenn there to save me
"Well I have a few patients in the Citizens Department to attend to so I will get out of your hair. He's locked up in the room by the way" she smiles slightly, but I could see its there was disappointment in her eyes
Those stupid fucking green eyes
She turns and leaves the room, and the man turns to look at me
"well. We have one more visitor. You may recognize him"
The door opens and I manage to turn my head, knowing who it is before the doorknob was even touched
There stood a beaten up, exhausted, Glenn Rhee

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