CW: Restraints
“Oh, good. I see you’ve woken.”
The cold voice of the doctor pulled me from my haze as I woke. I glared at him and I tried to get my bearings. I would have had some choice words for him if he hadn’t gagged me. I struggled against my restraints, but my muscles still felt like they were made of jelly. His amusement at my struggles was clear from the slight smirk at the corners of his thin lips.
Read MoreI closed my eyes as I hung up the phone. It was only luck that Cara hadn't changed her number in the years since I disappeared on her. I guess it was good I hadn't changed mine either. I was surprised she hadn't just deleted my number after all this time.
I forced myself into a sitting position and leaned against one of the long-abandoned machines in the warehouse. I tried to assess my wounds, touching my aching head and coming away with blood coating my hand.
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