Feb 24, 2016
"What have they done to you?" ((Protectorofthefords))
((Ask “What have they done to you?” to find my muse held hostage and experimented on, chained in a small room.))
The words pierced Ford Pine’s mind horribly loud bringing him back to consciousness with an angry throb. Eyes blearily opened, before slamming shut from the light. Every twitch made him want to scream in pain…but he had long since lost his voice…or something. Truth was he couldn’t remember a thing.
That voice was so familiar though…he should know that. He should know it-! But..he should know who he was too shouldn’t he? A name floated to the front of his mind, Stanford. That was his name wasn’t it? Then…who was…he gave up. It hurt just to think.