Breathe Light, breathe…
“How are you feeling?”
This time, his voice was not reaching me through the speakers, his fingers were on my neck, checking my pulse and then later on, checking my heartbeat.
I felt the warmth of a person standing next to me and I gritted my teeth in anger.
“I know it must be hard” he said, sounding like he actually felt sorry for me and I had to admit, Timothy was really good at the psychopath s**t.
“What did they inject into me?” I couldn’t help but wonder what they injected into my body that made me the way I was. I was so tired so drowsy but yet, even after four day of being cut open and out back to together, I still hadn’t slept a wink…no pain killers and no passing out.
It was just complete torture, they wouldn’t tell me what they were doing or what th
