You Made a Deal With Satan?
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I stare at the blueprint in front of me. Although I don't understand much of it, the last drawing at the bottom shows something I have been trying desperately to forget.
Something that has been haunting me at night.
The machine.
I immediately recognized the big glass tube with the chair in the middle.
Just a few weeks ago I myself sat there, was locked inside the apparatus and had to fight for my life. The fact both Parker and I made it out alive was a miracle. And at that moment I swore myself to never think about it again.
I would start over. Erase those three months. Act like nothing ever happened.
But now I realize that this nightmare hasn't ended yet. I'm still stuck inside of it.
And I'm running out of air.
Pressure. It is pressing my insides together, leaving my lungs empty.
I look up at Walter, my voice is thin. "Where did you get this from?"