Take it back
[Notice: This chapter contain extreme violence, read in discretion]
“Wake up you crippled wench!”
My eyes flutter open at Iyesha’s mother’s face. Soft dry tears touch my cheeks. Was I crying?
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Ah, right. I dreamt of Kenneth’s death again.
“Ade! She’s awake!” My ragged clothes feel soggy and itchy to my skin. I’m sure they won’t let me take a bath. They didn’t splash cold water on my face either. So why…?
Footsteps echoing somewhere in front. They purposely lit the fluorescent light above me. I squint my eyes. I’m tied up to a chair. It’s wood again but it’s sturdier than before. I’m wrapped all around with duct tape. Wires and iron cuffs on my hands and feet, my chair connects to the bleeping big machine on my left. Red for power up. Measure knob for intensity.