Despair

"I need to die." That was the only thought as she watched the man place a syringe in front of her and walk out. She could feel her skin crawl and her brain jump into overdrive to pick up the syringe and pump it into her. That would stop the pain that she was feeling all over as well as the feeling of ants crawling all over her body.

There was no need to make herself suffer. She tried to think of anything that would give her hope to fight this injection but it was no use. She watched the four women around her who had already injected themselves and were now staring at her syringe with hungry eyes. If these women were not tied in place with a chain to the wall, then she was sure they would have already attacked her for it.