y on the linoleum, a rhythm that felt too cheerfu

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ked i

he floor. A toilet in the corner. No w

enter of the room,

traitjacket, the heavy canvas straps pulled tight across his bro

e the sharp angles of his shoulder blades. He was tall, his frame massive, but he was skeletal no

g, matted, hangi

rd. The glass door

spun

ped br

s devastating. High cheekbones, a strong jaw. But it was his eyes that froze me. They were a piercing

he didn't see a per

animalistic sound of pu

t. He stopped three fe

, terrified shriek-and scramble

, covering my fac

The camera in the corner was

ming in ragged gasps. He was sweating prof

e gravel grinding together. "They sent

there for an hour, trembling, while he paced the length of his chain,

him. He slumped against the

ore minutes. T

-end model, covering every inch of

ified with a looping algorithm. I pressed it between my fingers, activating it. For the next twenty min

off the pink dress. Underneath, I was wearing a bla

d towa

t underneath that, there was a s

t besi

?" I wh

open. He snarled,

ack. My hand shot out and clamped onto his jaw, my t

ock. His body went limp, paralyze

longer the scared girl's. It wa

focus in my eyes. He

my bra and shined it into his e

red. "Induced by scopolamine an

. I felt it. A small, hard l

ting his amygdala, keeping him in a

lian," I whispered. "

arring with the madness in h

aid. I turned off the penlight. "And t