Injections
Two workers where at my sides, I was strapped to a table with leather, I wanted to struggled, but they had near complete control over my life and what happened.
On the other hand though, actually dying.
One worker held up a 'empty' syringe, but knowing these guys, the syringe was probably full of a colorless chemical fluid, man this facility was kind of fucked.
I felt the needle puncture my pale skin, nearly gliding past the vein, no, more like through the vein, the liquid they injected stung.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to cry.
But I couldn't.
Why couldn't I cry?
Am, am I paralyzed?
No, that can't be right, I'm pretty sure you can cry when paralyzed, maybe, maybe not.








