The Edible Women

8

They were dressed in white coats and big masks. They appeared to be doctors, but their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

They carried me into a black car and sandwiched me in the middle from left to right. Steven sat in the front-row passenger seat.

"Where are you taking me?"

No one answered me.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

No one responded yet again.

Their eyes were staring straight ahead, like emotionless robots.

The car was heading out of the county town, but I still didn't know what they wanted to do to me.

Steven was on the phone. "Yes, we've picked her up. You just need to vacate the lab."

He hung up the phone, turned to face me, and said, "Elena, don't worry. It's okay. They just look serious."

"By the way, you still have to sign this." He handed me an informed consent form.

I flipped through the pages and saw what was clearly written on them.

Informed consent letter: [The authorizer agrees to give the college all rights to use her body.]