[Jeffery's POV]
My eyes shot open in intense pain as I screamed. It took me a while to realize that I wasn't lying in the hallway.
"Ugh..."
I groaned as I tried to move, only to be struck by pain from my broken joints. And I couldn't feel my crotch either... I could tell it was healed, but my manhood was gone.
"Damn... It!"
I hissed, but then once again screamed in pain... Or tried to.
Someone had kicked me in the stomach and had put a cloth in my mouth. I tried to move, but was once again stopped by my broken joints.
"Mmmgh!"
I looked at the bastard who kicked me, only to see a gun pointed at me.
"Try to do anything, and you're dead."
The guy in hazmat suit warned with a cold voice, to which I immediately obliged.
I didn't want to get shot... As long as I was alive, there would be a chance to escape.
I decided to keep quiet for now... but then realized that it wouldn't work.