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After i got done drinking that disturbing tasting tea i began to feel light headed. The hoosier i got the more i couldn't understand anything. I felt like i was shrinking. Everything around me began looking bigger. I excused myself to go the bathroom but on the way there i collapsed. My eyes went black. Blacker than a bucket of black paint spilled in a shadowy room.
I woke up in a bright room almost like a dentist office with a light shining in my face. My head hurt like lava was gonna come pouring out of my nose and ear. I was taped down to a table with plastic wrapping me like a mummy. The plastic was so tight i couldn't even wiggle my toes. I screamed, “HELP!” All i could hear was the screech of the door opening. The lady came in was searching through a bin full of shiny things. She picked out a tool and wiped it out like knight with his sword. And it almost sounded like a sword but it was much
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It was shiny and it looked dangerous. She came into the plastic tent with a knife. She asked me, “Do you know why you're in a plastic tent with plastic flooring?” I shook my head with confusion. She replied, “ the plastic it to catch the blood when it splatters across the floor and wall, that way when they come looking for you there is no proof you were ever her. I will burn your clothes clean your room and any trace of D.N.A. of yours will be lost. I was frightened, but i felt rage come into my system. I didn’t know what it was gonna make me do but i had some confidence still in me. I watched her take the knife to my stomach right where my hand was placed. She made a very delicate incision to the plastic. I them was able to wiggle my fingers. I let the knife go deeper and deeper. The deeper the knife went the more i was able to move.But right before it pierced my skin i was almost able to move in full motion in my arm. When the knife mad a small price to my skin i saw blood start to ooze out. I

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