FIA
The dream came for me again.
I was back in that body. Athena's body. Strapped down with iron thick restraints biting into my wrists and ankles while fluorescent lights buzzed overhead.
The vold metal sheet that pressed against my spine was perhaps the worst of it. That and the sickening feeling the injection the man thrust into me gave me.
The chainsaw roared to life again.
My throat seemed raw from screaming as the blade descended toward my exposed belly, and I thrashed against the leather straps. They didn't give.
Then my stomach lurched.
Bile rose in my throat or would I classify it as Athena's throat. I couldn't stop it or hold it back. I turned my head and vomited.
The chainsaw stopped.
"Odd." The man's voice still had that same clinical and detached cadence to it. He set the chainsaw down on a metal tray where it clattered against surgical instruments. "Why would you be rejecting what I injected inside of you?"
