56 The Pain Chose Me

A shrill clanking sound clashed in the air when steels were bumping against each other. After around an hour, my medication had completed. I got treated, I got bandaged, and I got injected with drugs. I had expected that deviant doctor to do as he pleased with my body, and yes, he did, and none of it mattered to me anymore. I just couldn't care less.

As I was lying on my side above the mattress facing the wall silently, I heard a faint conversation in my back from just outside the metal bars.

"We'll be alternately watching the dog until the boss returns," the giant said, lightly throwing a bundle of keys on the wooden table outside the so-called solitary confinement where I was being locked. He then took a seat on the wooden chair beside that table, ready with his duty for the first shift of four hours.

"Dog? I don't think he'll become one," Doctor Plainn disagreed. "Do you know how much your boss likes him?"