I feel damn weak.
Hours, days must have passed.
Who knows? Shit, I can’t feel my legs. They grab
my arms and drag me down a corridor. They throw me into a chair. The light’s
so bright that I can’t see anything. I clamp my eyelids shut, but I can't
escape the illumination. I feel hands tie me to a chair. Then my eyes are
wrenched open, and fastened back with tape. My mind reels with the pain of the