Logan is lifted from her lap and thrown onto the ground. She winces at the awful sound, and screams when they come for her next.
"Seven days in the boiler room, 212." His eyes are soulless and empty, his smile hollow. "No food and little water. Temperatures that reach one hundred degrees for hours at a time—" The doctor chuckles and the rest follow. "You won't pull something like this again. I promise you that."
They begin dragging her away. "That's what you think, you sonovabitch!" She struggles against their solid hold. "I'll show you!"
She kicks, bites, and thrashes. Her antics slow down the procession, but they continue on until they reach the lower levels.
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