Chapter b Cured
Jim stared back at her with fascination glimmering in his brown eyes. His diaphragm was tight, making him look even taller and thinner in form. His shoulders hunched up near his ears and he peered down on Iggy. Even still, Iggy’s body was acting all on its own. His limbs reached at their own will, only to be stopped by the restraints, and if it weren’t for the sedatives dripping into him at a constant pace, he would have broken through. Iggy took his only comfort in the fact that the internal pain was nothing more than a ravaging sizzle in his esophagus and rawness in his aching stomach. He could clearly see what was happening before his eyes, because no matter what he did, he couldn’t blink. Jim’s eyes fixated on him piece by piece, beginning on his teeth. He smiled and laughed once. “
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