![]() ![]() “You’re in the back of my limo, of course. “Continue, Doc.” He grins, folding his hands in front of him. He speaks to the man again but keeps his eyes on me. ![]() “Where the hell am I?!” I shout, but it comes out muffled and sluggish. “I told you, bare minimum, I need her speaking.” “Was I unclear?” the silver-haired man asks in a firm voice. That has my eyes snapping down, looking over my body I spot someone sitting by my feet – another man. The man grins, his age showing in the crow’s feet framing his eyes. “Where the hell am I? Who the hell are you?” I move to shoot upward, but my limbs won’t work. I try to tilt my head, that’s when I realize I’m lying flat, my back parallel with the seat as they sit right side up. Right then, a deep chuckle hits my ears, and my eyes dart around, spotting a silver-haired man sitting opposite of me, a Stepford wife look-alike at his side, but when I blink she becomes clearer. ![]() My head starts pounding and I move to lift my hand to it in reflex, but it doesn’t budge. I blink a few times, but it doesn’t do much to help. It takes a few moments for me to regain focus and when I do, my eyes land on a window at first. ![]() “She’s stirring, should I inject her again?” ![]()
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