It was around the end of the second day when the door to the outside finally opened. I wearily opened my eyes to see the guard coming towards my cell once again. I shook my head as I heard the click of the key in the lock and the creak of the door swinging open. I stood up, facing the guard.

I was weak now. Dehydrated. Starving. My eyes had sunken in and my lips had become drier than the Sahara desert. But I was ready to fight him. I had already played it out in my head. I wasn't going down without a fight. No way. I wasn't going to let him drag me out there willingly. I saw the guard reach for something holstered on his hip. Before he could take it out, I swung for his left cheek.

My fist hit home, but at my expense. During the time I had swung at him, he had pulled out a short metal rod. When I recovered from the swing, I stood back. He held the rod in front of him. It sparked with blue electricity.

Before I could think, the guard had swung around and jammed it into my torso. I felt the shock travel through my body. It was like tiny spiders with knives for legs had made their way into my bloodstream, spreading out amongst my limbs. I let out a yell and fell onto my hands and knees, clutching my side and gasping. The guard planted his boot in my face, sending me back down to the floor.

A moment later he was wrestling me up, handcuffing my hands in front of me again. I struggled against him as he shoved me out the door of my cell. I made eye contact with Abital. It may be the last time I ever see her.

"I'm sorry," I said lowly.

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. He kept shoving me down the passageway.

A few moments later the guard was pushing me out the door. I squinted from the sudden burst of light. I felt the guard's firm hand gripping my shoulder, leading me down the halls. It wasn't long until we stopped at another door.

He pushed it open and led me inside. This room was medium sized. It had the whitewashed walls again and the tile floor. In the middle was the dentist chair, the one from my dreams. The exact same, right down to the leather restraints. Right next to it was a small table with metal tools, pills, needles, and chemicals on it. Next to the table, fiddling with the instruments, was the same woman from the interrogation room, right down to the white lab coat.

The guard stopped short as she looked up at us.

"Right over there, please", she said to the guard, gesturing to the dentist chair. He shoved me over to it, attempting to lift me up.

I strained against him, not wanting to make it easy for him. He held me down as the woman unlocked my cuffs. They struggled to hold my hands down as they secured the leather straps on my wrists. I grunted with effort as I attempted to wriggle loose of their grip.

A few moments later I was straining my hands and ankles against the leather cuffs. I hadn't failed to resist them, and I had a feeling I was about to pay for it.

The woman was examining her tools on the table now, not saying anything. The guard stood a few steps back, his hands folded in front of him. I took a good look at him. I hadn't really had time to actually view him before. He was the same guy that had got me out of my cell the first time. He was wearing black trousers and boots with a black long sleeved shirt. He wore a thin vest of body armor and a few holsters on his thighs and waist. I could see a black earpiece from here as well. He looked so bored. Huh. I might die and this guy was standing here, bored. I hated him all the more.

I suddenly heard the familiar swoosh of water pouring. I looked over to see the woman pouring a glass of water. She turned to face me, sipping it.

"Would you like some water, 13?", she taunted, taking another sip.

More than anything, I thought as I swallowed dryly. But I said nothing as she continued to walk past me, sipping. She held the glass out to me.

"Here. It's yours. I'll even let you out of those cuffs. All I need you to do is promise me something," she said.

I continued to glare at her.

"I need you to promise me that you will cooperate. All you need to say is three words. I. Will. Comply. And then that's it! I'll let you out, you'll get this water, maybe even a nice, warm meal, and we can go about our business happily," she taunted.

My stomach rumbled at the thought of it. Two days. Two days without food or water. And I was about to turn a meal down.

I still said nothing. I continued to stare her straight in the eyes, emotionless.

"Nothing?", she asked.

I kept my mouth shut.

"Just as I suspected," she said walking over to me. She took her glass and flung its contents into my face.

I shook my head and gasped from the
sudden burst of coldness.

"That ought to wake you up," she said, walking to the table. She took a small knife with a blade about a half an inch long from the tray.

She twirled it in between her fingers as she walked back to my left side.

"Are you sure about this 13?", she said cooly. "It doesn't have to be this way."

When I didn't respond, she took the knife and raised it up, jamming the blade into my left thigh.

I screamed, my cries echoing in the room. Gasping, I looked up at her. She simply walked back to the table and pulled out a chair from under it. She sat down daintily, crossing her legs.

"Now," she said. "Where do I begin?".