Unknown POV
*Flash back - 23 years ago*
“When I get out of this, you’re going to wish you killed me you f*****g piece of trash” I ground out between pants as I struggled with the restraints.
“If you live through this, you mean,” he smirked at me. I tried to struggle but I was too weak. They’ve kept me in this god-forsaken place for months now. I still didn’t know the extent of what they wanted from me, only that they kept drawing blood and testing me for a whole lot of s**t I couldn’t understand in between the beatings they gave me when I refused to answer their questions.
I saw him with a needle full of a blue liquid and renewed my struggle. Whatever was in it, I didn't want it in me. He smirked at my panic and pushed it into my arm and pushed the liquid in. I gritted my teeth at the
