There it was again, that feeling that her body was starting to lose control due to the drugs. “I’ll make sure I kill you, even if it’s the last thing I do.”
Jin felt a searing hot pain shoot up through her thigh as he cut open her leg, eyes widening in agony- but she couldn’t move.
Blood dripped from the wound, down her leg, and onto the table, pooling on the steel beneath her.
Her body lightly twitched as he cut her flesh again, unable to take her gaze off the ceiling. She couldn’t move her body, not voluntarily, but she could still feel every cut.