The room was white. Blindingly so, and she blinked several times. She wasn’t sure where she was—or even how she had gotten there. Plastic tubing ran down from a bag into her hand. She looked around, trying to make sense out of everything. It wasn’t a hospital, but everything about it felt like one.
The last thing she remembered was trying to meet Simon at the Serenity Family Bistro, except she never made it there. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to remember more. She was missing something.
Who was she?
What was wrong with her?
She could vaguely remember Simon with his wide smile and strawberry blonde hair. He was a leader…someone that had to be protected at all costs. But she couldn’t remember who she was.
She opened her eyes, and tugged at the leather straps that kept her bound in the chair.
“It’ll be easier on ya...” A man’s voice floated throughout the room causing her eyes to dart around. "If ya stop struggling. Ya might keep your name." The voice faded as quickly as it emerged, only punctuated with a cackle. Her eyes widened and she struggled against the leather bindings. The man’s voice became crazed as he started to repeat quietly as it faded away, “Two by two, hands of…”
“I’m not sure what’s going on around here,” She informed the voice before a door slid open. A lean man entered the room. He was wearing white scrubs and a pair of blue latex gloves. He studied her as a malevolent smirk grew on his thin lips.
“Glad to see you awake, Miss 4367.”
She stared at him. “What are you doing to me?”
“Just some simple reprogramming, is all Miss. I’m just fixing a few personal belief quirks that your family finds repulsive. Now just relax, Miss. This won’t hurt at all.”
His voice reminded her of snake oil and she shivered as he reached up and squeezed the bag that was connected to her IV.
“I’ll fight it.”
“As expected, thus the set up you are in. Now, before the reprogramming kicks in, is there anything else that you wish to say? Perhaps, about information about any of your contacts in the underground?”
She spat at the ground before pulling herself up higher despite her restrains. “I have no other choice but to aim to misbehave.” She paused and cleared her throat, feeling the drugs tighten their hold on her mind. “And I pray that I will never be completely reprogrammed into your will!”
The man laughed as he sneered at her. “So be it.”
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