A beaming light shined on my eyes, as I opened them, blinking fast to make the bright light not blind me. I tried to cover my eyes with my hand, but I couldn’t, something was holding them in place, like a rubber robe. I moved my head to look down on my body and I saw that I was lying on a melted bed almost like a tray, my hands by my thighs and my feet tided up by leather, and I assumed my neck as well because I couldn’t lift my head.

My eyes shifted to the left, it was a dark and gloomy room, with little to no light, but that light above my head. I saw little with the darkness, but in the back there were shelves, bottles stacked onto each other, they looked like they had organs and body parts in them. There was one that had multiple eyes, and one that had two hearts in them, and another that had a lung packed into one jar. There were other shelves that had many books on them, the covers on some of them wrote out ‘human anatomy’ and ‘technology for replacement of human body parts’, and there were many books about programming and coding. Close to me, I see utensils that you would see in hospitals for surgeons to open up a body and do surgery on, but there also, jars that were opened. Some were emptied, they had green liquid in them that smelled like old rotten bodies.

I flinched, I heard a snorting sound coming from the right of me. My eyes moved to the right, I saw the other side of the room completely different with wires, and cords strung around on the wall and some attached to my arms and reaching all the way under my back. There were also tubes connected to needles in my left arm, pumping red and clear liquid into me. I moved my eyes to this huge desk filled with flat computers all around it. Some of the screen showed a whole body or body parts, others had words or 1 and 0 repeating.

In the circle of all the computers was a man, he was wearing a white long coat, like what doctors wore, but the coat was dirty and wrinkly. The back of his hair was messy and long, it seemed like it hadn't been cut for months. You could see a gray spot growing in the middle of his head, almost like a straight line. However, the rest of his hair was a light ginger, like a peach.

The man suddenly turned to me, his eyes dark green, but the white of his eyes were red. He had dark bags under his eyes, but I could barely see them because of how much hair was covering his face. I saw some facial hair growing in just patches on his face. He rubbed off the white powder from his nose, “You’re awake.” he spoke. He rolled his chair close to me. “I can tell because you are blinking” he paused for a moment, maybe waiting for me to speak, “Dead people don’t blink.” he started to laugh, hard, like it was the best joke of the century. 

Then he rolled his chair again, moving right by my head. I could smell the stink of him, I could guess he hasn’t showered for weeks. I tried to look up to see what he was doing, but all I could hear was his laughter and the touch and the movement of a plastic bag of water or some liquid, and he flicked something over and over again, but I didn’t know what. He rolled his chair to my feet where another computer laid, he started tapping away, sometimes he would look at me and then went back to the computer. Every time he looks back at me, his face gets more worried and worried. 

And then he shifted his whole body to my face, “Why aren’t you talking?” He looked back to the desk of computers, “It’s like I’m forgetting something.”

My eyes moved to where he was looking at, and I saw bunches of pink sticky notes on top of one computer. One wrote out ‘memory deleted again’, another wrote, ‘Tell her everything, however not at once’ and another had, ‘Voice box removed’. My thoughts started to flood with shook, and terror. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but nothing came out, I tried to yell, I started to move my body, shaking rapidly trying to get out of the bondage. 

However, the man seemed to be unfazed, he just rolled back to his desk and started reading the sticky notes. I could see him nodding his head, like he was reading instructions. He turned around, and rolled his chair back to me, he leaned his head close to mine and smiled showing his gray teeth. He lifted his left hand to my head, I closed my eyes and tried to move myself away from him. 

All I could feel is his hand rubbing on my head, like an owner would do to his puppy. He said, “You did well on your mission.”

I opened my eyes wide, I looked at him with recognition, ‘So it was him giving me the order.’ ‘Is this all him?’ ‘But the stick notes.’ I thought, wrapping my head around this, but all he did was smile at me with his teeth, barely blinking.

He shook his head a little, maybe to unfreeze himself, “Pushing the guy off the roof instead of stabbing him, was-was pretty smart, I got to tell you.” He rolled back to the computer by my legs and started to tap away again. “Like it seemed like suicide, so the cops will not be looking for someone responsible for his death, I wouldn’t have thought of that for another 10 years or so.” he chuckled. “But again you had to kill yourself afterward, why do you always do that at the end.”

I opened my mouth to speak, but I forgot I couldn’t. He just glanced at me and looked back at the computer.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you back your voice eventually.” He smiled with his teeth again, and rolled his chair to my head, “I decided to remove it because you keep on telling your victims to run or to get away. Making it troublesome for you to kill them. You’re welcome for that.”

I wanted to tell him he was a ratchet, vile, terrible man, and the people that are working with him. All I could do was drop a tear from my eyes to my cheek, while I stared angrily at him. He smiled even bigger and wiped the tear off my cheek and turned around to his desk. 

“Somehow, I can’t control what you can say yet.” he whispered under his breath. “Oh!” he said loudly, he turned around towards me, holding this little black box with 4 needles sticking out of it. “I totally forgot to give you this.” He came close to me, I tried to move away, “Don’t worry, the pain will make you pass out.” 

He lifted the box to my head and stuck the four needles on the left side of me. The pain was excruciating, I was yelling, but nothing came out. He stuck the needles deep inside my brain, tears came crawling down my face. After a while everything became dizzy and fuzzy, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t feel, and I slowly closed my eyes. The last thing I saw was the man's creepy teeth smile and slightly heard from him, “Everything is going to be alright.”