“Look at the bright side; you never have to see the ugly men on top of you,” the Handler laughs.
Dakota does not find it funny and looks around her when the go into a room.
“Get onto the bed,” the Handler instructs.
Dakota does as she is told, feeling as if she is in an operating room, “will you be burning my eyes out?”
The Handler turns around with a large needle with liquid contents in it, “this will put you to sleep so you won’t feel a thing.”
“Please don’t do this,” Dakota pleads, her eyes filling with tears wondering if she can fight him off.
The Handler takes out the remote and without warning presses the button that send electric shocks trough her body. Dakota grabs the collar around her neck, choking.
“Now where were we?” the handler asks as he hits Dakota with the needle a
