I’ve discharged you from our system. Everyone thinks your surgery is over and that you’ve gone home. Don’t even try to fight it, no one knows you are here. All four limbs have been restrained. You’re all mine now.
Just open your mouth. I'll take care of the rest. At first you'll feel pain, but then you'll start to feel better and more with what I'm going to do to you
You’re strapped down. Helpless. She stands beside you—cold, calm, clinical. A tray of instruments gleams under the light. She runs a gloved finger across them, choosing slowly. "You’re not here to enjoy this," she whispers. "You’re here to end
