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The sound of rubber squeaking on linoleum is the first thing they hear when they come to. It seemed like a blink, and in truth it couldn't have been more than that. There was no mistaking it. One moment, they were talking- just regularly with their mother in the back garden, taking in the late summer breeze with a bottle of pop on either side of each of them, and in the next moment, thick restraints covered their upper arms.

Whining, they tugged at the restraints and gagged as something large and rubbery was forced into their mouth. Choking, they barely had any time to try and force it from their mouth before rough hands dragged their hands back down to where straps were tightened to restrict movement. Suddenly, a sharp and stinging pain reverberated through them, powerful enough that they could faintly hear a buzz echo throughout the room they were in. They screamed around the blocky thing taking up space in their mouth, biting down harshly and feeling the material nearly give beneath their teeth. And just as quickly, it was over and their eyes blinked open in fright, jumping from the lawn chair, the trees overhead allowing little beams of sunlight through the leaves.

Beside them, their mother looked over in alarm, concern and confusion decorating her features before they felt a sharp pain radiate through their jaw and extend towards their left side, before slumping forwards and falling face first- conscious of the alarmed shriek that came from their parent.

And as though they'd just been submerged into a frigid water body, the scene changed again and the strange and unfamiliar sight of white fabric covered their head. Gasping quietly, they became vaguely aware of the voice of a man they'd never met before talking, over what they expected to be a phone call.

"Yes, that's right," he answered once more. There was a pause, before he continued, "She was smaller than five feet, so I'd suppose one for a large child would suffice,"

Gulping, they raised their hands upwards under the sheet, its itchy texture feeling foreign to their fingers. Unable to find the end, they slowly sat upright, red eyes shot with nerves as they finally came to the startling conclusion that everything was not okay and that they really had no idea where the hell they were.

The sheet finally slipped away and their heart was further gripped with unsurety as their breathing began to pick up. The room they were in was nowhere near the sight of anywhere they'd ever been. It looked, for lack of a better phrase, near decrepit. Old wooden walls lined every corner she looked at, from top to bottom. Most of them were covered in a stripping, white paint and they had yet to see any windows. To their left, was a doorway where a bulbous man stood with one arm braced against a wall, the other held an overly large bell shaped earpiece that resembled one of the older style phones that had an accompanying piece on a wall- but if they were right- they had yet to see the adjoining part. The thin wire attached to the earpiece connected to the wall along with other odd wires that seeped in and out of the box that housed the rotary dialer.

"Yes," The man says again, before he shoots a look over to her. His eyes flickered back to the dialer for a moment just before his eyes widened and with a sharp gasp, looked at her again as though he could not fathom what he saw. It was almost as though he'd seen a ghost. The hand holding the mouthpiece fell, and upon stumbling back, the man clutched at his heart and sank to the ground next to the phone. His skin paled drastically and his mouth opened wide from the shock of it all. His eyebrows raised and arched and despite his thinning and graying hair he looked as though he had aged several years in a single moment before he collapsed, eyes frozen in horror, still looking at her but now- limp.

Behind them, the sound of glass rang through the narrow hallway and an almighty scream shook the old walls.

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What might have been weeks passed by in a blur- but in reality, was just a few days. Time seemed to slow to a crawl in their cell, no windows along the bare walls to see and no sunlight to accompany it. The monotony of it all would drive anyone insane. But somehow, the repetitiveness of it all helped to keep their wits about them. The injustice of it all left a bitter taste of a desire for revenge in their mouth. What god had they pissed off to get here? What sick joke was this? And why did everyone around them continue to look at them like they were crazy?

They have them strapped down to a gurney, they realize in some half-drugged haziness in between shots of what they assume is some kind of sleeping drug or calming medication. Not that they can blame them, of course- heck- they'd have probably have done the same had a random person just risen up from their deathbed. But it had been so long ago now, the warped sense of reality they'd had, what little glimpse of the afternoon sunlight seeped into their dreams and made tears leak from their eyes out of pure, unadulterated want. When would they wake from this hell?

They'd never experienced such a deep harkening or want before... But only now, amidst the consistent drowsiness and tremors they'd had at the same time every day, they were cursed with all different manners of hallucinations just scraping away what little remnants of sanity they had remaining, knee deep in a dark, small, mildew ridden four walled room they now had to call 'home'.

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Images flashed through, unbidden. The first, in their hazy memory, was of two strangers copulating heavily on top of an office desk. Clothes had been strewn all over the room, hanging off of old, wooden, green vinyl cushioned chairs. On the desk, the woman had moaned loudly, the man thrusting sharply and shortly to the point they had to wonder if the woman was faking her pleasure. But still, the woman who was clothed in an old, white, lacy negligee pushed up to her waist had pearls dripping from her neck on a line of silver. They rattled against the wood of the desk, just near her neck in time with the man's thrusts. Above her, he grunted roughly, a large hand gripped the supple flesh of a creamy breast whose rosy bud was nearly exposed to the air. His belt jingled and the swell of his ass clenched everytime his cock left her soaking hole. His hair dipped into his face, the short, inky blackness unruly among the sweat that clung to his partially exposed chest, the half-unbuttoned shirt doing little to hide the dark smattering of hair just below his navel and the skin that pistoned in and out of the woman's sex.

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It had been a strangely nauseating sight, one which led to the subsequent vomiting that they could hardly hold back when the whites of their eyes finally dipped back behind closed lids. They had not been expecting that. It had been a brief flash, darkness creeping into the very corners of their vision like a part of a torn page. However brief, it was startlingly vivid.

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It had barely been twenty four hours when the next tremor occurred and with it another hallucination as well. Thankfully, there was no couple this time... but one which struck a pang of pain deep in their heart and branded onto their soul. A small girl, hair dark and dipping just past her shoulders, a white bow forming a makeshift headband on her head sat on a swing in a barren, sorry excuse of a park. Her green eyes were half-closed, tears falling like rivers down her cheeks and onto the pink, pretty, lace dress that went an inch below her knees. The swing was creaking, the old wood beneath her straining even with her small weight resting upon it. The dirty rope on either end supported it and kept the swing anchored to a tall, sycamore tree, whose branches ached to sweep low and provided the girl with ample shade as the wind assisted the feeble, repetitive movement of going back and forth.

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It was barely on the edges of their mindscape when fast, another flash whipped across their sight and was replaced with a hispanic woman with blood red eyes looking sinister and revengeful, a snarl pulling at her lips to expose bloodstained teeth that glimmered and shone in the moonlight bathing the desert behind her in a cascade of dark blue. It had been so fast and they barely had time to take a breath before another glimpse, just as brief but vivid as the others ran across their mind..

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A man with dark hair, and the most beautiful features whose face looked as though Adonis himself had carved it from the finest marble. He was pale, too pale and the man almost looked like a statue in the dim light. He was dressed in a white lab coat, made of heavy cotton. His lab coat, they suspected, was full-length, reaching his ankles, with long sleeves that buttoned at the wrists. Underneath, he wore a white shirt with a bowtie, and black pants. Accompanying this, he wore a vest buttoned at his torso. His face was contemplative, eyebrows creasing as he looked down at something or someone and thin, almost purple lips drew into a frown as his jaw clenched.

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Gasping awake, they came to, deep breaths assisting in reclaiming what oxygen they could get what with being strapped down like a feral animal.

His eyes, dark and foreboding, looked down at them and for a moment, they thought that they'd been sucked back into the hallucination but when he took a step forward and his nostrils flared, they realized- he was here. This wasn't a hallucination.

"Who are you?" He asked quietly, a perfect eyebrow arching as his gaze ran the length of their body, thankfully covered with an old, bland hospital gown the color of unpainted concrete- to match the walls- they supposed.

They didn't answer. They didn't need to. He seemed as though he already knew the answer despite the very words leaving his mouth...

A/N: Please note, updates will be sporadic. The main character is a non-binary person. This is my first time writing about a non-binary character, as I normally write about Female MC's so please be gentle with me as I navigate this new style of writing. Feel free to point out the mistakes, as criticism is appreciated.  Much love, feel free to leave a comment.