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"Shut up" Webber forces

Brenda laughs "Against ood one"

"Please Do I look dangerous to you?" I struggle wildly against Webber, trying to break loose as he pressesmy shoulders

The leather squeaks beneath les one hand free to buckle a restraint aroundto ht as well stop fighting"

"Oh, honey," Brenda answers rando by two boys that couldn’t have been a day over ten" She clicks her tongue and nods with freakish cheerfulness at Pollock and Webber "These erous world we live in, and they’reit safer"

"So are you, Brenda, so are you," Pollock intones frole chair "We all do our part"

"Kind of you to say, Mr Pollock" She smiles broadly as she moves to the door "Richard will be with you in aup in another room"

"Thank you" As the door clicks shut, Pollock slides his phone out of his pocket and begins studying it Typing occasionally

Webber finishes the second strap on my wrist and moves on to my ankle Sean flashes across my ht ine Webber alone overpowering Sean

I kick with h ive up At this point, getting one good kick at this gorilla would at least make me feel better

He sla flat so he can tighten the strap around ainst the pain

Pollockup from his phone, "I’d advise you not to resist You don’t want hi"

"You can’t do thistoback on the cushioned headrest

He shakes his head "Apparently, we can" He looks up from his phone, his expression annoyed "Haven’t you followed the news lately? The Wainwright Agency is about to go federal We’ll be in every state and not er than the CIA The police will be under us, following our command Mark my words, there will be carrier prisons in every state"

I sag against rit betweenman I have eyewitness testis of a carrier lacking control I’un one day Not on my watch--"

"I wouldn’t do that!"

"The Indianapolis Shooter had HTS Looked as normal as can be Played the cello, I believe"

The door opens and a man in blue scrubs steps inside His arms are decorated in various tattoos His neck, however, is unmarred, the skin tan and sreets with a nod He givesto the sink and quickly washing his hands, hisat et too h I’m not even human Just a female An animal before hi his hands with a paper towel "Oh, I have no doubt Just coerous"

"I’ "Don’t do this"

He frowns, his reddish eyebrows pulling close as he finally looks at aze as I appeal to hihs and stands, slipping his phone back into his pocket "Is this going to be a problem, Andersen? You’re not the only outfit around We can--"

"No probleaze away from mine

Pollock smiles and sits back down

Andersen lowers onto a stool I crane auze with souess I flinch as he wipes down my neck If there was ever a doubt, it leaves

"Please," I whimper

He liftsmy hair out of the way

"The less you resist, the less it will hurt," he instructs, notmy eyes as he maneuvers a white circular device over me He cracks it open at a joint with a sharp snap and it coreat set of jaws "Don’t move"

And I don’t I’m frozen in fear Shock Both I’hAll that I aht and unco, claustrophobic, my airway constricted Panic drownsI’m pinned everywhere Wrists, ankles, and now my throat I can’t move Not without pain

Andersen places a hand on my forehead and lowers his face until it’s just inches fro voice "Breathe I know it’s tight, but you can breathe just fine See? There you go" His bright blue eyes lock onthis to rab at the hint of kindness greedily

"Good?" he asks

No! Not good

"I’le there will only be more pain Do you understand?"

I start to nod and then wince at the movement Tiny pinpricks of pain radiate all over my throat The sensation is so severe that the discomfort spreads across my shoulders, down my chest, and up into my face