Page 10 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

Kill, shadows scream.KILL!

But body won't move.

Too weak.

Too hungry.

"Interesting readings today," white coat murmurs. Checks monitors. "Shadow activity increasing. Might need to adjust dosage."

More footsteps in hall.

More heartbeats.

More white coats gathering.

"Did you hear about Blackwater?" one whispers.

"Quiet," another hisses. "Subject is sensitive to sound."

Too late.

Already heard.

Already know.

They're afraid.

Good, shadows purr.Let them fear.

White coat approaches bed.

Needle ready.

Same routine.

"Now, 495, this might sting a bit..."

Always says that.

Always lies.

Pain explodes through veins.

Fire in blood.

Screams want to come.

Hold them in.

Won't give satisfaction.

Images flash behind eyes:

Sister's face again.

Clearer this time.

She's crying.

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