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What's in the Box?
Who: Kiley & Reginald
Where: Ground floor/Kitchen
When: Morning
Like the others waking in the mansion, Kiley felt groggy and disoriented from the IV that had pumped through her body what she could only assume were sedatives. It was instinctual to freak out and yank the IV out of her arm the moment she saw it. Panic had a way of making a person irrational. Blood began to ooze into the crook of her arm and she grabbed the edge of her blanket without thinking, pressing it against the tiny mark until the blood slowed. She was already sore and figured she would have a nice bruise there in a few hours.
It took her much longer to get moving than she would have liked. Her muscles hurt, her brain felt foggy, and the ID bracelet deeming her a subject had her imagining all of the horror movies she had watched in the past of unsuspecting people being kidnapped and then tortured, or hunted for sport. A multitude of gruesome deaths awaiting at the hands of madmen, or cannibals or mad scientists. At least she had woken up in one piece in a comfortable bed. Better than in a tub full of ice with her kidneys missing!
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Where: Ground floor/Kitchen
When: Morning
Like the others waking in the mansion, Kiley felt groggy and disoriented from the IV that had pumped through her body what she could only assume were sedatives. It was instinctual to freak out and yank the IV out of her arm the moment she saw it. Panic had a way of making a person irrational. Blood began to ooze into the crook of her arm and she grabbed the edge of her blanket without thinking, pressing it against the tiny mark until the blood slowed. She was already sore and figured she would have a nice bruise there in a few hours.
It took her much longer to get moving than she would have liked. Her muscles hurt, her brain felt foggy, and the ID bracelet deeming her a subject had her imagining all of the horror movies she had watched in the past of unsuspecting people being kidnapped and then tortured, or hunted for sport. A multitude of gruesome deaths awaiting at the hands of madmen, or cannibals or mad scientists. At least she had woken up in one piece in a comfortable bed. Better than in a tub full of ice with her kidneys missing!
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