Wee Victory

What the heck! My captors just brought me to this strange and odd-smelling place with this other lady which seemed to be very pleasant at first. They seemed to do their usual routine; Undress me, touch this odd device from my head to my toes, put me in this weird-looking U-shaped piece of plastic and then dress me up to go. However, this was not all that was done!

It was very traumatic, I tell you! This was the worst form of torture I have had to endure yet; Believe me, you would have screamed too! They seemed to be up to something at first, because my male captor was holding me, with one of his hands holding my leg, and the other holding my arm. Before I could figure out what was going on however, it was already happening. The lady at this strange place stuck me with a pointed object - A needle I am assuming! The pain inflicted by this device, or moreso what must have been in the needle, was just astronomical. I panicked; I didn’t know what they were injecting me with - Something to try to erase further memories? A little chemical to put me down? I did not know! I’ll admit, I was weak; I screamed out in fear and agony. I did recover my composure very quickly however. This may have been the wrong choice though.

Shortly after I had stopped my wailing and belly-aching, the captors turned my body and then promptly stuck me again. This time I had less time to panic about what was being injected into me, and more time to howl. This one felt like it was burning me up on the inside; Stinging my leg and making just a whole lot of pain for myself to contend with. The pain was so intense, all I could focus on was the pain - There was some panic about what was injected, sure, but it just hurt so much. Whatever was in that needle-like object however seemed to put me to sleep. I only woke up a few times groggily when the sense of hunger was too much to bear. The pain was always there, still aching and nagging at my dozy mind reminding me of what happened hours prior.

Now, we’re here this morning. The pain has subsided, the grogginess has faded, but the question remains; What did they stick me with, and why?

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