Bleeder
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You panic, pushing at her ankle to try to get her off of you as your eyes desperately follow Harrison into the other room.
There's a scraping sound. Metal? Creaking.
Heartbeat franticly slamming against her weight on you, you finally blurt out, "Wh-what do you want with me!?"
Celine's eyes fall back to you. "I want you to shut up like a good little bleeder, that's what I want."
She reaches down, giving you a kick to the side before grabbing your hair and dragging you toward the other room where the scraping has stopped.
You thrash against her, but are forced to continue to follow on your hands and knees lest you be dragged.
At the doorway, you can see into the room. It's still cinder block lined, but there's a few thick wooden doors lining the walls. Too close to be real rooms - more like cells.
There's a metal table in the middle of the room now, straps where the arms, feet, head, and waist would go.
Harrison is locking the wheels of the table into place.
What do you do?
SCREAM for fucks sake - someone has to be able to hear!
Demand a better explanation. I need to know what's going on!
Stay shut up and observe the room - maybe I can learn something?
Appeal to Harrison - he seems kinder than Celine. Maybe he would help?
Be a brat. Insist that I can walk myself.
Stay silent. Start obeying. I'm not messing with this.
Start making offers. Money. Assurances that I won't go to the police. Etc.
I just start crying, dude. I've had a bad day.
Go limp. Deadweight. Bitch is gonna have to carry me.
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