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.
The sterile room reeked of antiseptic. Strapped to the cold table, you barely flinched as Dr. Ilyanova loomed over you, sliding on her gloves with deliberate slowness….
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
