Lianne was just lucid enough to realize the drugs were the only thing keeping her from feeling fear. She drifted in and out of consciousness, oddly warm in spite of being strapped naked to the metal table.
The tubes lead from her arms to the machine, and from the machine to the old woman on the next table over. The machine hummed and whirred sedately. Lianne understood on some level that she was dying, that she never should have gotten in that car, that the old woman was taking from her a youth she hadn’t yet had time to enjoy.
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Title by: B. Aaaron
Story by: David
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