Kassie
I was strapped down by my wrists and ankles. Tightly, I might add. There was absolutely no give in my restraints. I was unable to break free from the hard metal cart that held my body.
Nearby, I heard the sound of metal clinking together. I could only assume the worst, that there were metal medical tools used for operations. Dissection. I didn’t dare open my eyes to find out.
For a while, I had fought the fine line between being conscious and unconscious, unable to tell what was reality or in my own head. I had stayed like that, for minutes, maybe hours, unable to remember what happened. Why I felt terror deep to my bones. And why I felt like a speeding truck ran me over, leaving my body as roadkill waiting to rot.
But, no, I wasn’t roadkill, unfortunately. That would be an easy
