Iris woke up back in that all too familiar white room. This time it was completely empty. Iris thought for a moment. She was tired of this. She thought a little bit about what had just happened. This ends. Soon.
"GET ME OUT OF HERE!" She demanded at the top of her lungs. "GET ME OUT!" She tugged the straps on her chair as hard as she could. She jostled her head around so that the toxin would unplug. Nothing was working. "AGAHHHHHH!"
Just then, Puppetmaster came in in his suit. She glared at him. "Why the face and the screaming Iris? I thought we were close…" He teased. She still glared.
"Get me out."
"I-I'm sorry… I can't do that." He explained, afraid.
"Get. Me. Out. Now."
"You need to calm it! You're going to get yourself killed by someone less merciful than I am. Please, Iris. Just calm yourself."
"No. Get me out." Just then, Iris starting heaving. Her face turned almost green. Puppetmaster yelled for Thorn.
"James! She's going to throw up! She's having a bad reaction to the toxin!" Thorn and some bodyguards ran in just as she heaved onto the floor. Thorn looked hesitant to unplug her from the toxin. "What are you waiting for! Unplug her now!" Puppetmaster ordered. Thorn did, reluctantly. Iris was better, but there was throw up on her mouth. Thorn and the bodyguards walked out of the room, but Puppetmaster lingered. Iris was fatigued, and couldn't notice him questioning her. His eyes widened and he ran out of the room.