// Harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. //
People were shouting. The lab became crowded. I screamed for all I was worth as cruel arms restricted me and threw me against a cold, metal test table. In vain, I kicked and punched, feeling a mixed wave of helplessness and terror. A dark man wearing a white lab coat filled a syringe with clear liquid and brought it to the table. The needle glinted menacingly.
"No! Please no! Help me! Some one help me!" I cried, struggling in my captors' arms.
The surgeons frowned at my rebellion. The dark man turned to another scientist.
"This isn't going to work if we can't get her to calm down. Knock her out and we'll work from there." he said gravely, discarding the syringe. The others nodded. To my dismay, another syringe was procured and was being lowered towards my forearm.
"I don't want to die! I don't want want to die!" was all I could scream as strong arms gripped me fiercely. The doctor was having trouble locating my vein as I fought back in desperate passion. In frustration, he took off his lab goggles and looked me dead in the eye saying,
"Stop fighting. This is the best thing that will ever happen to you."
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