Chapter 3
A loud banging and clanging sound rouses me from sleep. Bright white lights flicker on and I sit up when a shadow blocks the light of my cell. One of the various faces that put me in this cell yesterday opens the door and before i can even move has me on the ground and my hands tied. I don't even have the energy to struggle.
He leads me down a hall into another exam room, straps me down once again, and then leaves. The same happens as yesterday. I wait for a while, a doctor comes in, types on the computer and turns around in his chair to face me once he is finished.
"Well I see from doctor Red that you are in adequate health. No serious health concerns. We just have a couple vaccinations for you and I'll need to perform a breast and gynecological exam."
"Kill me first," the doctor looks stunned. I gain more anger and say it again, louder this time. "You're going to have to kill me first."
"That wont be necessary," the doctor shakes his head. " You will see it is not as bad as you think it will be." He exits the room before I can say another word.
A few minutes later a nurse comes in with a tray. She sets it down on a stand next to me and i can see it has an array of about 7 shots, all brightly colored and with needles already attached. I bite back my lip as she jabs me with each one, shooting each of the colorful viles inside, and then applying a bandage where i was injected. I get two in each arm, one in each leg, and one in my side. If only my hands were free i would choke her.
She rouses through the cupboards and obtains two handheld machines, one is circular in shape and the other is square with an open bottom. She takes the circular one first, programs something onto it, holds it to the backside of my wrist and press the button on the top. It beeps and shooting pain shoots through my arm. I grit my teeth and flinch. The nurse notices and says sorry, the microchip is always the worst.
She doesn't even take the time to see if I will reply before she sets the circular machine on the counter and prepares the square one. "Ok, now this is the bar code, it is tattooed on your foot. It doesn't hurt as bad as the microchip, but it will sting some afterward." I don't reply as she places the thing on the flat side of my foot, right before my toes. The pain is annoying, but not unbearable. It's only a few minutes when the machine finishes and the nurse puts everything away.
She exits as the doctor enters, gloves already on, another tray full of things i don't even know. Two nurses trail behind him. "Okay miss, we're going to do the breast and gynecological exams now. I'm going to need to unstrap you momentarily, just to get your clothes off, then you'll put on this gown, I and my nurses will exit the room to give you privacy, and we'll knock in a few minutes when you are ready."
I say nothing as he unstraps me, let him exit, and then get off the table. I try to open the door but it's locked from the other side, shit. Well I don't have much time then. I grab all that I can, opening drawers and flinging their contents everywhere. I trash the room and i hear shouting from the other side.
I continue to trash the room, if I can't escape, i can sure make a mess. Within seconds, or minutes, I can't really tell, someone bursts through the door, I hurl myself at them, not even taking the time to look at them. I scratch and claw and do whatever I can to hurt them as much as they are hurting me, though it will never be enough. Seconds later I feel the familiar pinch of a needle, this time between my shoulder blades, and I sink to the floor almost immediately, not able to move once again. I am still conscious, my thoughts still there, but I am unable to move as more people come in and lift me onto a gurney and transport me to a clean room with new equipment.
They transport me from the gurney to the table, take off my ratty clothes and then put on a standard issue hospital gown. They strap me down once again, why I don't know because I'm paralyzed. They take my legs and hoist them onto foot holders and strap them as well. Once I'm secured the doctors and nurses get to work.
One performs a breast exam, trickling his fingers over my breast's checking for odd lumps, the other getting materials ready for the gynecological exam. Once the breast exam is over the doctor sits down on his stool between my legs and opens me up with the cold metal contraption that looks like a bird's beak. I nearly scream at the pain, as I'm not used to anything foreign in this area, but the serum they injected me with keeps me from saying or doing anything.
As soon as they're done they cover me with a blanket and lift me back onto the gurney. They transport me to a different part of the building. This part has several different hallways, all lined with cells, each one holding a single female. They all look at me with tired, sad eyes. I can't respond to them, cannot scream for help, nothing.
They roll me on the gurney to the third cell in the fifth hallway. The men lift me and take me in the cell, placing me on the bed inside and locking the door. This cell is slightly bigger and more spacious then the first one I was put into. There is a little more room for walking and stretching, a nicer bathroom with a wall for privacy, and a sink to wash your hands in. The cell is cold and uninviting, but at least it is a little more spacious.
This is my new home.