Emilio Juarez grunted as he felt himself be picked up and flung down hard onto a smooth, wet surface. His arms were held at his sides by rope, and his eyes and mouth had been covered, as well. He couldn't tell how many days had passed since he was first abducted from his small home in Mexico; his body ached too much to think calmly about anything. He could, however, tell he was now aboard a ship, due to the feeling of gentle swaying, the wetness, and the smell of fish.
A voice that sounded close by shouted out orders in a language Emilio did not understand; he guessed that it was probably American. Several other shouting voices surrounded him, all of them barking out directions and yelling various things at one another. Besides the voices of their captors, Emilio could also make out the whimpering of a few of the other captives, who had been abducted just like him.
'My head...my body...I'm so tired...and dizzy...why is this happening to me?' Emilio wondered. Suddenly, he felt himself lifted upwards and then slammed back down onto the floor again, causing him to cry out in pain, which was muffled by the coverings on his face. A voice, which belonged to the person who had just injured him, laughed and snarled out something in American, then it was followed by the sound of footsteps walking away.
'God...it hurts so much...why the fuck did he do that? Bastard...'
After what felt like hours, The coverings over Emilio's eyes and mouth were finally removed. A thin, bespectacled man wearing a doctor's uniform stood over him with a dangerous gleem in his eyes. Even though his eyes were still getting used to the light, Emilio was pulled up and winced as he felt the doctor stab something long and sharp into the side of his neck. It lasted for a second, and then he was dropped back onto the floor like some kind of rag doll.
'What...what just happened? What did he just do to me? What-'
Emilio's words trailed off as an intense pain suddenly erupted within his body, causing him to scream; the GUILT was starting to take effect...
