Chapter 6 - Friends Forever
Susan was the first to return to consciousness, her eyes opening to the gloomy
rear of a van speeding down a dark road. Her head rang where it had been bumping
against the hard steel floor, overlaid with the throbbing ache of the punch that
had knocked her out originally.
She sat up and instantly cried out at the pain that bloomed within her skull.
Trying not to lie back down was a real effort as the world spun around her, but
she knew she had to stay upright to have any chance of escape.
The constantly moving van didn't help Susan's recovery in the slightest, but she
was able to see enough to find Julie, lying beside her on the floor. Her friend
was still unconscious, the collar around her throat ringing against the steel
floor.
"J...Julie," Susan whimpered, cradling the older girls' head. She was reassured
that she could feel Julie breathing still, but there was no other response.
Terror rose in her throat, making it hard to breathe. Where were they taking
her? What had they done to Julie? She looked up, and through the darkness saw
the two shadows in the front of the van, visible through the small window into
the cabin. There was a moment of illumination as a car approached, but Susan
barely got a glimpse before the light sent knives through her mind, forcing her
to look away. There was a whoosh as the car passed them, and then it was gone.
The van started to slow, the brakes whining underneath the floor. Susan
whimpered, feeling around in the darkness. Was there a door... maybe she could
jump out if when they stopped... but before she could pull together enough of
her thoughts, they were off the main road.
The front wheels hit the dirt hard, making the whole van jolt violently. Susan
cried out in shock, abandoning her efforts to hold tightly onto Julie. Seconds
later they passed the pot-holes and the van began to pick up speed down the now
dirt road.
Their journey didn't go on for long though, as a few minutes later the van
slowed, the fine gravel of the road crackling under the tyres. "Julie..." Susan
whispered urgently, shaking her friend. "Wake up... we need to run! Please...
wake up!" Her voice was growing in hysteria, urged on by the continued slowing
of the van. They were simply rolling now, and the light in the back was growing
as it reflected off the wall of the building they approached.
When Julie remained unconscious, Susan got a better grip on her friend and began
to drag her to the back of the van, sobbing loudly. She fumbled for a
door-handle as the van stopped. She felt the van tilt as their captors climbed
out, and whimpered. There has to be some way out, she thought desperately,
listening to the approaching sounds of boots on gravel.
Her search proved fruitless, as the doors of the van suddenly swung open. Susan
recoiled from the torchlight that was shone in her face, giving the silent man a
chance to drag her from the van by the arm.
"No!" she cried, feeling Julie slip from her grasp. She tried her best to
struggle against his hold, kicking and screaming, but the rising pounding in her
head quickly overwhelmed her and she slipped into darkness again.
The air still tingled with electricity as the gantry began to push forward into
the now stable portal, long silent machines whining with the effort. Due to the
distance it had to travel, the portal was long and uncomfortably thin; scant
metres in diameter and several hundred to the other end. The power requirements
to create the portal were already hideously large, and changing its dimensions
would only increase them further.
"I'll take this one," the black-clothed man said, picking up Susan by the legs
and slinging her over his shoulder. She let out a soft moan as he did, arms
bouncing limply behind her back as gravity tried to pull them against the rope
that held them tight. Her eyes opened slowly, but the blood rushing to her
injured head was enough to send her into oblivion again.
Julian merely rolled his eyes at the display of strength, and crouched down to
pick up Julie. With the young Dominant over his own shoulder, he stepped out
onto the still moving gantry and let it carry him into the portal.
"Hurry up, I don't trust this stuff," he growled at his companion, looking over
his shoulder at the dark machinery that created and maintained the portal. It
had been there for many years, and he was slightly surprised that it still
worked.
"Whatever," the black-clothed man muttered, stepping out onto the gantry
himself. He warily eyed the slightly shifting reflectivity of the portals
inside, taking cautious steps along the gantry as he did so. The slight shifts
in gravity as he moved made him nervous; the smooth, reflective walls were
deceptively deadly and he had no intentions of falling.
He let out a sigh of relief as he stepped off the gantry to the other side, the
solid floor of the space station much more reassuring than the shaky security of
the gantry. A switch on the end started the gantry retracting, the automated
systems waiting patiently for their time to close the portal.
"What do we do with her?" he asked, casually dumping Susan on the floor.
Susan returned to full consciousness with a snap that brought tears to her eyes.
The pain she had been avoiding was gone now, replaced by a dull ache in her arm.
Blinking in the harsh light, she tried to look around. It took a moment for her
to put together the pressure on her head and her inability to move. The tight
metal plates pinning her either side of her chin, across her forehead and behind
her head prevented anything more than the slightest motion.
"Wake up," the girl standing in front of her said, smiling. Unable to open her
jaw to speak, Susan could do nothing but moan and look at the girl. There was
something wrong with her... her smile seemed impossibly false.
She felt the cool grip of the steel all over her body, holding her immobile.
Glancing down over her nose, she could just see the silver bands above her
knees. It was like sitting in a chair, except it had no padding at all, and her
butt was hanging naked in the air. She blushed, realising her breasts were on
full display.
She felt a touch of pain in her arm as something was tugged free, and got a
brief glimpse of the empty syringe in the girls hand before it was out of view.
"Good girl," the girl encouraged hollowly, patting Susan on the cheek. Susan
stared fearfully at her, eyeing the tight, form-fitting clothes the girl was
wearing. Her arms were bare to the shoulder, the black garment reaching from her
neck down out of Susan's view.
"We'll just take care of a few things first, and then begin your treatment," the
girl informed Susan, reaching down for something.
The 16-year-old whimpered fearfully as the chair began to change, lowering her
into a reclining position. Her view was further restricted now, the band that
passed across her forehead came down beside her eyes, giving her nothing to look
at but the roof above.
Her throat tightened with fear as her legs were separated and drawn up by the
chair, exposing her intimate areas to the room and stretching them wide. She
could hear the other people there, but so far, only the girl had spoken.
"Please," Susan whimpered, her tongue probing against the prison of her jaw.
She let out a cry as something pricked her behind, right in the sensitive skin
of her pink anus.
"Just something to relax the muscle," the girl explained. Susan clenched her
rear immediately, but the girl wasn't lying as it grew harder and harder to
maintain.
"Okay," said a male voice softly. Susan began sobbing as she felt fingers
probing at her entrance, coating it with lubricant. She hated not being able to
see them... she needed to know what was coming!
"Try to relax," the girl suggested, as something large and hard touched Susan's
rear. It pushed strongly, slipping easily past her defences and burrowing into
the depths of her behind.
Susan's whole body went red with humiliation as it stretched her wide, made
worse by her lack of any way to defend herself. She couldn't even squeeze it to
try and slow its progress into her bowels.
"Good girl," the girl said soothingly, and inflated the intruder until Susan's
jaw was tight with pain.
The warm water that burst from its end wasn't unexpected, but she groaned
anyway at the new violation.
"There we go," the girl said, patting Susan's belly. "Just one more thing..."
Susan squealed indignantly as the catheter was inserted and her bladder drained.
The hateful rubber tube was left there until Susan had received, and expelled
the entire enema. She had no choice but to do so into the unseen receptacle, as
she couldn't clench against the pressure of the water.
"Now," the girl said coolly, leaning over to look into Susan's wide, blue eyes.
"I think I might fuck this dirty little whore before we start."
"No!" Susan cried, trying to follow the girl as she disappeared from view.
"Please!" The chair began lowering itself, bringing the faces of the people
around her into view. She blinked back tears, looking up into their lustful
gazes.
"I think this one is perfect," the girl said absently, coming into view again
between Susan's legs as she affixed the black strap-on around her waist. Drawing
the crotch-strap up between her legs, she shivered in pleasure as the internal
dildo slid into her sex.
After giving the straps a final tightening she leant forwards, placing one hand
on her shoulder and the hard tip of the strap-on against her splayed sex. Susan
began sobbing loudly as she looked up at the girls still smiling face; she was
going to be raped!
The girl began to push her hips forward, forcing the dildo into Susan. The
teenager shut her eyes and held her breath to prevent herself from squealing,
her mind focused on every centimetre of the fat, ribbed length burrowing
painfully into her body.
"If you cum before me, little whore, you can go free," the girl said, pulling
her hips back and drawing the dildo out. Her eyes glazed over briefly with
pleasure, and she moaned over Susan's whimpering. She had to enjoy it to go
free?
With the other end of the dildo buried deep in her own sex, the girl began
thrusting eagerly, driving the hard rubber deep into Susan's pussy. The chair
shook with the violence of each stroke, both girls' breasts bouncing wildly.
I have to enjoy it, Susan told herself pitifully, shutting her eyes. Trying to
imagine it was Julie punishing her with the strap-on, she squeezed the rubber
intruder as hard as she could, making the other girl work to pull it from her
sex. Her days spent in the vibrating chastity belt had been exhausting, but she
still had the muscles, and it was only a few minutes before she was panting
heavily though her teeth.
"You're... strong," the girl gasped, ramming the dildo into Susan before pulling
back as hard as she could.
Susan gasped, and strained against the steel bonds. As much as she hated it, it
felt good, and she was trying her best to enjoy it. She had to cum... she needed
to cum!
She squealed and opened her eyes as the girl attacked one of her nipples,
painfully twisting the blood-filled flesh. The girl was looking down at her, as
were all the other people. She was getting fucked by a girl in front of others!
"Cum for me, slut," the girl whispered, twisting Susan's other nipple and
grinding their hips together.
Susan's eyes went unfocused as she came, her body shaking with pleasure. Tears
of shame and relief ran down her cheeks... she had done it, she would be free!
"Good slut," the girl said, drawing the dripping dildo from Susan's body. Susan
shut her eyes, her mind bathed in happiness.
"But you're too slow... I came at least twice then!" Susan's eyes remained shut
and she was unwilling to breathe for a moment. What had she just said?
"I'd help you cum a few more times," the girl said as the chair returned to
normal height. "But you took so long, there's not enough time."
The girl raised the now free strap-on and rubbed the end that had been in her
body over Susan's mouth.
"We'll start your treatment now."
Julie awoke suddenly, her violet eyes springing open. She had been in her
room... then he had been there... Her eyes grew cold as the memories returned.
He had drugged her, and put something around her neck...
She was lying on the floor, its cold, metal surface stealing warmth from her
naked body. She tried to raise her arms to inspect the collar she could feel,
and found them bound behind her back. The rope dug into her wrists painfully as
she strained against them, but whoever had tied her had done it properly.
"What's going on?" Julie demanded, squirming into a sitting position. The room
was cold and sterile, the strong smell of antiseptic bringing back memories of
Moira's doctors office. The closest wall had a few seats distributed along its
length, but apart from those it was plain, dull metal.
"You're awake," said Julian from behind her. She jumped and turned around,
finding him standing over her.
"You bastard," she breathed, glaring up at her. "The whole thing was yours."
"We couldn't have you getting alarmed, now, could we?" Julian said
patronisingly. "We needed to get close, and have you trusting me right until you
fell asleep."
Her heart skipped a beat as she realised what the collar was. Did it have the
same drug Moira had been using on her, locking away her abilities?
"Where's Susan?" she asked angrily, trying to clear her head. Nyssa had been
teaching her this... if she could concentrate hard enough...
"Susan's getting her treatment," Julian explained, smiling in a way that made
Julies' heart sink.
"Leave her alone!" Julie shouted, hiding her rising fear with anger. What were
they doing to her?
"Now that you're awake, you can have a turn!"
"Me..." Julie breathed, blinking back tears. She turned rapidly at the sound of
the door opening behind her, its heavy steel sliding back into the wall.
"Oh fuck," she choked, trying to worm away from the two men in lab-coats that
entered the room. She had to get away... she had to help Susan! Her attempts
were pointless, as they roughly lifted her to her feet and carried her towards
the door.
"Let me go," she pleaded, trying to jerk her self out of their vice-like grasp.
One of them glanced at her, confirming her fears with his red eyes. They were
both Dominants.
The antiseptic smell was stronger as they carried her into the corridor beyond.
For a moment Julie was too caught up in trying to escape, but the sound-proof
windows to her right caught her eye, and she froze in horror. She only briefly
took in the numerous glass cabinets and shelves covering the walls of the room
beyond, and the several other people in there.
"Susan!" Julie screamed, straining against the rope. Her friend was wide-eyed
and naked, her soft pink form in the grip of something resembling a dentist's
chair, if it was made of nothing more than steel... They had been unable to
remove the collar Susan still wore, its purple tracing visible around her
throat, muscles straining visibly against the metal pinning her head.
For a moment, Julie was too caught up to struggle, her eyes locked intently on
the scene before her. The calmly watching people in the room were all dressed in
the same plain white coats, except for one girl, a blonde-haired beauty who wore
a tight, black outfit that clung to her from the base of her neck to part-way
down her thighs, leaving her arms bare.
Julie's eyes flickered to a glint in her hands, but quickly returned her focus
to Susan, her throat tightening at the increasingly obvious terror on her
friends face. The blonde held a curved device up to the back of Susan's head,
and as Julie watched, she pulled back Susan's hair and placed it flush against
her skin. The device seemed to stick where it was placed, reaching from the top
of her head to the base of her skull, splitting apart there to form a
half-collar.
"What are you doing to her?" Julie screamed at the windows, surging against the
men as the girl let go of Susan's hair. The struggled to hold her, and ended up
banging against the glass in their efforts.
Julie froze as Susan made eye-contact, and her eyes filled with tears at the
hopelessness she saw. Susan soundlessly mouthed something, but before she could
complete it, her whole body went rigid.
"SUSAN!" Julie screamed, unable to look away as Susan's whole body shook, her
skin glistening with sweat. They were hurting Susan!
"STOP IT!" she screamed, her arm muscles straining to break the rope. With every
rapid thump of her heart, pain lanced through her throat, but she didn't care.
She had to help!
"Shit," one of the men grunted, his eyes looking nervously around them. The air
was growing thick, and the windows were beginning to vibrate. "Increase her
dosage!"
"Any more could kill her!" Julian hissed, grabbing Julie from behind and helping
them pull her down the hall.
"She's going to kill us!" the man retorted anxiously, his hands itching to reach
for the collar.
"LET GO!" Julie screamed at them, leaning to the window.
Her veins burned with the drugs, but she was so close now! The closest windows
disappeared in a cloud of little granules that rained down on the floor, unable
to take the force pouring from her mind. The men in the room beyond turned
around sharply, looking worried.
"It's almost over," Julie heard the girl say to Susan. Julie was more concerned
by the lack of sound from Susan; despite her obvious pain she was totally
silent.
It was so sudden that Julie didn't have a chance to blink. One moment Susan was
straining against her bonds, and the next she was totally still.
"Susan..." Julie breathed, halting in her struggles.
She stared silently, watching as the blonde girl frowned in obvious
disappointment. She got a last glimpse of Susan's soft, beautiful form, the
blonde bending over her and calmly closing her blankly staring eyes with one
hand. Then the door cut off her view as it slammed shut.
The next few minutes passed in a daze for Julie. She didn't want to believe what
she had witnessed, she couldn't believe it. It couldn't be right... they
couldn't be!
"Worried you'll end up like your friend?" Julian asked, smiling sadistically
down at her. Julie glared back at him with pure hate and strained against the
cuffs holding her immobile. She was in an identical chair to the one that
Susan.... She couldn't think it.
"Don't though, you're more valuable," Julian reassured her. She shut her eyes to
hide the tears.
"I must admit, I was surprised. I would have thought she would be stronger than
that."
Julie didn't respond, ignoring the world around her. Only the barest part of her
thoughts felt them spreading her legs. She had seen it happen... Susan was...
"Perhaps one day I'll get to see how strong you are," Julian said to her. "I'd
like that a lot."
Julie opened her eyes briefly.
"Fuck you," she spat, wishing she could open her jaw enough to spit at him. He
leant down over her, until their noses were almost touching.
"Soon," he said, grinning. Gathering her saliva, Julie exhaled sharply through
her teeth, spraying his face with saliva and hoping desperately that he would
die.
His smile disappeared abruptly, and he straightened.
"Nice try, bitch," he said, his tone deadly. Someone passed him a towel, and he
proceeded to wipe his face with it. "It'll sting for a while, and that's about
it."
He turned away momentarily, and when he returned, he took a painful grip on one
breast.
"I don't think my Master said anything about not inflicting a little damage on
you," he snarled. Two fingers grabbed a nipple, and a second later Julie cried
out in pain as something sharp lanced through the soft flesh.
"I wonder how you'll heal with that collar filling you full of drugs," he said,
repeating the process with her other nipple. "Perhaps when I get my hands on
you, well see just how much these big tits of yours can carry."
Julie shut her eyes again, trying to push the pain from her thoughts. She had to
stay calm...
"Sir, we can't put the nipple stimulators on now," one of the doctors remarked
quietly.
The feeling of gloved fingers at her sex broke her control momentarily, bringing
fear to her thoughts. What were they going to do to her?
Stay calm, she told herself forcibly. You need to survive, Julie, survive so
that you can tell Trig...
She opened her eyes as another set of gloved fingers touched her face. She
watched the tube approaching, but was helpless to resist as it was pushed up her
nose. She began retching as it tickled her throat, snaking its way down into her
stomach.
"A little something to keep your liquids up," the doctor explained, attaching a
bag filled with clear liquid to the tube. "You mustn't get dehydrated."
Julie frowned in confusion. Dehydrated... wasn't that when you lost too much
water from your body?
The fingers were back at her sex, parting her lips. Julie shut her eyes again,
concentrating on what was happening.
The dildo they began pushing into her wasn't the largest she had felt, but it
was still more than filling. Her cheeks flushed red, and she sighed inwardly.
Why does everything require a dildo, she asked herself; is it really needed?
"I hope you have fun," Julian said to her, his smile back again. "We just need a
few litres of your liquids, and then you're mine."
Julie's eyes opened in shock. Did he mean they were... harvesting her sex?
"What?!" she asked, staring up at him. She could feel the dildo moving deeper
every moment.
"Oh, I can't tell you why," he said, enjoying her expression of confused
disgust. "But you have a valuable pussy to some, and hopefully I'll get it for
myself as a reward." He leant down over her again, being careful to stay out of
reach of her mouth. "Wouldn't that be fun?"
"I can't wait-t-ah!" Julie winced as the catheter started sliding into her body.
"We can't have you pissing into the liquids," Julian said, patting her cheek.
With the catheter all the way in, the fingers began to massage her clit,
bringing the warmth back to her cheeks as she felt herself responding. It felt
good, and she hated it.
The feeling of cold plastic around the tiny organ was a surprise, and a second
later came another as the powerful suction began, drawing her sensitive clit
into its hard embrace.
"OH" she gasped, pushing her hips up as the dildo resumed its course.
She was beginning to wince with the depth it was penetrating when a smooth,
rubbery cup touched the skin around her sex. It too began to suck on her,
sealing itself against her pelvis.
"Almost ready," someone muttered as Julie felt the straps being put around her
thighs to hold it in place. Another went down between her buttocks to clip onto
the band around her waist, and the last one from the top of the cup to the front
of the waistband.
"See you in a few days," Julian said happily, blowing Julie a kiss. She listened
until he was gone, sighing in relief at the sound of the door closing.
She heard the hum a moment before she felt it, travelling up the dildo and deep
into her sex. She stiffened, unable to stop herself clenching down on it.
"She liked that," the doctor said, and increased the power.
"MM," Julie moaned, straining against the cuffs. The dildo was merely vibrating,
but the suction was changing, pulling and releasing her clit rhythmically.
Damn it, she thought, trying to think of anything but the machine buried in her
loins. She had to escape; Julian had said a few days, and the thought of
spending that long in this situation was something Julie did not want to
contemplate.
"Escape..." she breathed, trailing off with a sigh of pleasure as she arched her
back against the restraints. She wanted it to stop... she wanted it to
continue...
"OH!" she gasped as the vibrations seemed to move up to another level. Opening
her eyes, she stared up at the roof in an attempt to gather her thoughts.
It was hard to concentrate on thinking how to escape, and not all due to the
pleasure coursing through her sex. She was afraid of thinking about it, because
she knew that she would have to use her abilities, the very ones she wished
would stay locked away in her mind forever.
Julie knew that she could use them again; the broken window earlier was evidence
of that. The fact that it didn't trigger any headaches like last time was
scarier than the window shattering under the force of her thoughts. There was
nothing preventing her from using it anymore, except the collar.
"Worry about that later," she whispered through her teeth. "I can't stay here."
Shutting her eyes again, she tried to remember what exactly she had done. How
had she broken the window? How had she defended against Shadow?
A low, animal moan escaped Julies' lips, and she found herself squeezing the
dildo with all her strength. She blushed, realising she wanted it to vibrate
harder.
Trying to push it from her thoughts was hard when her body was screaming for it
to go deeper, her hips thrusting up in time with the powerful suction playing
with her clitoris.
"Yes!" she moaned again, pushing against the frustrating restraints. She was
getting closer to a powerful orgasm; she could feel it growing deep within her.
Concentrate, a part of her screamed, trying to gather her thoughts. She wanted
it faster, she wanted to be free, and she wanted to be free to make it go
faster...
Her entire body was flushed red, sweat running down her skin as her body
strained. She was so close to an orgasm and the key to her power. The machine
sucked and released her clit strongly, the abused organ sending pain through her
even as the pleasure pushed her closer to what she craved.
"F-Fuck-yes-s-s-s!" she cried as she came, her vaginal muscles rippling over the
source of her pleasure. The doctor laughed as he watched her shake in orgasm,
but she barely heard it over the blood pounding in her ears. It was here! She
was so close!
The doctor first realised something was going wrong when the collar around
Julies' throat came free, bouncing off the steel mechanisms below to hit the
floor. The transparent sections shattered on impact, sending liquid and shards
of glass across the floor.
He looked up a second before his companion, jaw open in shock. Her eyes were
still shut, and her skin glowed with post-orgasmic flush, but as they watched,
the metal holding her head immobile bent back, and she looked up at them.
Julie froze with indecision, uncertain what to do with the two doctors standing
by her feet.
"Sound the alarm!" one of them cried, and made a dash for the door.
Julie whimpered, and shutting her eyes, lashed out in his general direction. A
split second later there was a loud crash, and the sound of metal and glass
falling to the floor.
Her eyes opened to find the doctor lying on his side on the white tiles of the
floor, surrounded by the contents of the cabinet that was once on the wall above
him. Julies' heart skipped a beat when he didn't move, but the other doctor
still posed a threat.
Her eyes fell on him, hastily filling a syringe with the contents of a small
vial. Panicking, she struck out at him also, sending him backwards to knock his
head hard on the shelf behind. He fell to the floor and was still.
Julie sighed loudly and lay back to recover, resting her head in the restraints.
The rest of her remained trapped in the chair, and the machine was still working
patiently between her legs. She was terrified of the doctors waking up, but she
was extremely aroused also, and her eyes began to close.
Remembering something, she looked up, her cheeks heating as she looked around.
It was one thing to let the machine work and not do anything, but another to
help it...
With the collar gone, it was much easier to concentrate and pick up the two
plastic cups with her mind. For a moment, she lay back and imagined herself
helpless in the grasp of the automated machine, feeling the cups slide down over
her breasts. The suction was already active, and it only took a moment for her
freshly healed nipples to get captured by the tubes, drawing and releasing the
sensitive flesh in time with her clit.
"I'm such a slut," Julie whispered to herself, squirming wildly in her
restraints. She couldn't believe she was willingly staying on a machine to
collect her personal liquids. She could feel its constant pull on her sex...
pulse, relax, pulse, relax...
She raised her head to look down at her body, past the transparent cups to the
device strapped into her. She watched and felt her clit being pulled into the
tube, and then released suddenly. The sight was too much, and for a moment all
she saw was red as another orgasm washed over her body, a loud moan coming from
her open mouth.
"I don't want to go," she muttered, already looking around beneath her as the
orgasm faded. She spotted the controls, and lashed out clumsily at them.
Her eyes widened, and she let out a loud whimper as the machine went up another
level, the sound of its vibrations audible in the otherwise quiet room.
"OH MY," she gasped, using every bit of self control to keep poking at the
numerous buttons.
She collapsed in relief when she hit the right button and the machine fell
silent. Taking a minute to gather her senses, she looked up again and searched
for a way to release the restraints.
With a click they came free, allowing Julie to sit up and pull the cups from her
breasts. Giving her nipples a quick rub to let them recover, she took a deep
breath and began drawing the tube out from her nose.
After much retching it came free, and Julie flung it away in disgust. Lifting
her legs from the open restraints, she fumbled around to unclip the machine in
her loins from the chair and, with a look of regret, pulled it from her sex.
The catheter didn't hurt as much as removing the tube from her abused clit. The
sensitive little nub had doubled in size and taken on an angry red colour,
making Julie nervous about touching it. A little concentration on her
regenerative skills and it stopped stinging with every move she made, but it was
still terribly sensitive.
Stepping shakily off the chair, Julie crouched down in front of the box that had
powered the dildo and its attachments. On its side was a glass jar, filled with
about a centimetre of a slightly murky liquid. Frowning in distaste, Julie
removed the jar and promptly emptied it down the nearest sink.
Cautiously, she made her way to the closed door, trying not to step on any of
the glass that littered the white tiled floor. The doctor she stepped over
seemed to be breathing, but she didn't look too closely.
Placing her hand on the door, Julie paused. Her eyes filled with tears as she
thought about what lay beyond, who lay beyond...
"Susan," she whispered.
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Kudos to slavelucy for her invaluable assistance in proof-reading
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