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The smell of rot is thick in the air. It could very well be the aging wood beneath the gurney I am strapped to, or the mold and fungi building up where the floor meets the wall. I wouldn't know. I am as blind as you, the reader, would be in a cave, never before excavated by man. The rust of my metal restraints grates uncomfortably against my already raw skin. There is a drip of water somewhere near me that is driving me mad. With every drop, it taunts me.
Trapped. Trapped. Trapped. Trapped.
As the restraints against my wrist, ankles and neck remind me every day, I am trapped. A helpless amalgamation of animal and human created by man, destined for a future of dissection and experimentation.
An insect glides its fragile legs over the surface of my face. I don't even bother blowing it off like I've done millions of times before. I let it dance over my skin, and eventually wander into my mouth without any disturbance from the hollow shell that is I.
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