Chapter 2
Light floods back into the back of the truck, and I see a bunch of people, all male, crowded around. There are two men for each woman that is in the back of the truck, half of the men have syringes in their hands, The other have rope. They pair up and climb in, they surround us. Like everyone else, a man with rope and a man with a syringe approach me, I scream and back as far away as possible, as do most of the others who haven't already excepted their fate.
The one with the rope reaches through the bars of my cage and grabs my hair, yanking me forward and without a word slipping the rope around my neck. I try to pull away but the course rope is tied in such a manner that it chokes me if i pull. The rope owner pulls tight on my rope and the other moves swiftly to plunge the needle of the syringe into the vein in my neck. Instantly everything is fuzzy and muffled. I am forced by the drugs not to panic, it doesn't work internally, I am screaming inside, but on the outside I am extremely calmed, my muscles are relaxed by the drug. The cage door shrieks open and the two grab me under my arms and walk me into a room.
I sit perfectly still, not moving a muscle unless it is moved for me. The men hoist me up and place me on a table. They lay me back and strap me, a strap on each wrist, at the neck, the waist, and the ankles. The men waste no time leaving the room once I am secured.
I scream internally as I wait for what is to come next. I am strapped there so long that the drugs are coming out of my system, and I can see and hear things again, instead of muffled voices and blurs.
The room is bright white, if there was such a color as neon white, this room would be it. It is brightly lit, a sink in the corner and a tray on the counter, and a computer in the other corner. I try not to panic, but it doesn't work, I find myself struggling against the restraints, begging to be let out, bargaining with whatever being created us to take me away.
The door opens quietly and a man in a white coat approaches me, a doctor perhaps. He doesn't even glance at me, as if this was all totally normal, and instead heads over to his computer and types away. A few minutes pass and he twirls his chair around to face me.
"Hello," he finally acknowledges me, "I'm doctor Red and I'm going to be taking care of you today. Is there any questions about your health you would like to ask me?" I look at him as if he were insane. I'm strapped to a steel table with no way out and he's wondering what questions I have?
"Okay," he says when i don't answer him. " Well then lets get started, first I'm going to need a blood sample, and also a urine sample, also a saliva sample. I'll test all of those for various ailments and diseases, then we'll get you started once your cleared." I don't say a word and he takes the silence as an okay. "Great, well lets get started," he says while rummaging through the cabinets. He pulls out various items I can't see, due to being strapped down to the chair.
He swabs the inside of my cheek with a cotton swab and puts it in a vile. Next he draws blood from my arm, three viles of it. Last he collects the urine sample. He had no choice but to insert a catheter when I refused to urinate in a cup while he held it there. Throughout the whole process I said nothing, only gritted my teeth and tried not to yell. Once he was done he went to get the results and left me alone again in the room. I was only in there alone for a few minutes before a second doctor came in and unstrapped me.
When I tried to make a run for it he stunned me with some sort of gun, paralyzing me temporarily, they had to transport me with a gurney to my next room.
The doctor and his assistants led me into a segregated part of the facility and placed me in a small cell with only a bed, a toilet and a sink. Time passed by, I lay on the bed and sooner or later someone slid a tray of food through the slots of the cage. Although I am malnourished, I didn't touch a crumb of it. I know what it is like to be profoundly hungry, I have felt the pain of my stomach having nothing to digest, gotten sick and dry heaved as there was nothing in the stomachs contents to coax up. I would sooner starve than be a sex slave for the rest of my useful days.
I fall asleep wishing all of this was a dream.