Hi guys! So I have to say right at the beginning that I will be cut off from the Internet over Christmas and therefore of course I cannot put any parts into it over Christmas!

@ crucifix: thanks for this totally constructive picking! I'm looking forward to your new FF, so please keep writing!

@fortune: hi my sweetie! Thanks for your clerks! Doesn't matter that you come a little later. Always have a week anyway and I like to wait for such a dear come! Thank you for your huge compliment!

@ Maron01: Merry Christmas and I hope your internet works again soon !!

So I hope you like the part. It's very important to me, but I really don't know if it worked. Sometimes the expressions are a bit strange, so if you have any suggestions for improvement, feel free to say them!



Tyler takes a step back and nods to someone. A large shadow slides over me and when I turn my head I see Rolf standing at the head of the bed.No, wait, it's not a bed, it's a couch. Suddenly I feel Rolf setting the bed in motion. He pushes her out into the corridor. After about 50 meters he pushes me into a large room. There is a pungent smell of disinfectant in the air. My gaze wanders aimlessly around the room, but then something catches my attention. There's a rather strange lamp hanging from the ceiling. I blink a few times in confusion until I finally see what this lamp reminds me of. Such lamps are always hanging in operating theaters! This thought finally pulls me out of my indifference. Images of scalpels and blood run through my head. I've got to get out of here. They want to cut me open!



That thought cuts through my mind like an incandescent knife. I want to jump up and run out of the room, but suddenly Rolf pushes me firmly down on the couch. I fight desperately. Try to free myself from his grip, but my resistance is not having the slightest effect.Rolf doesn't even seem to notice! I pause, exhausted. I mustn't lose my head now. I can't beat Rolf. He's just too strong, so there's no point in exerting yourself like that. I mustn't panic. I try to calm my rapid breathing.

There has to be a way I can get out of here. It just has to be. My thoughts shoot wildly through my head. I am desperately looking for a way out, but there is none. I am trapped, at the mercy. I can only hope that I'm wrong, that they have nothing bad plans to do with me, but that hope is almost ridiculous. A breathing mask slides over my head. I turn it aside, want to shake off my hand, but I have no chance. The mask is tight on my face and a strange smelling gas pours out. I hold my breath Don't want to breathe the gas. I try to slow my heartbeat, not moving, in order to use as little air as possible.The pressure in my lungs is getting stronger and the urge to breathe is overwhelming. Every fiber of my body is crying out for oxygen. But I am not allowed to breathe this gas. I do not know what it is. What if it's poison gas? If you want to kill me



And then I still breathe. The gas floods into my lungs, races into my blood. My eyes are blurred. I perceive everything as if through a veil. I hear a voice, but the words are distorted and make no sense to me. Then I feel the mask being removed and Rolf's grip loosening. I breathe air again and not this devil stuff. The drowsiness decreases somewhat. I can slowly understand again what is being said around me. But the voices are low, as if they were penetrating my ear through a thick layer of cotton wool. "... really necessary? I don't think she will dare to try to escape again. It was somehow my fault. I was just too reckless."" True, but still. We must not allow her to do this without punishment. It's not just about trying to escape, it's also about the fact that she doesn't seem to shy away from anything. I also want to know where she got these energies for this escape attempt from. You can't recover that quickly! I want to find out how it was possible for her to get this far in her battered condition. I just have to find out what drives them. I hope you understand that this is absolutely necessary. "

"But ..." "Hopefully you have no qualms about it, do you?" "But isn't it a little harsh? I can see that you have to take action and want results, but is it really necessary to use this particular anesthetic That could throw them completely off track! "" That's exactly what I want. We need exact data and the more extreme the circumstances, the more informative the data! I cannot and will not miss this opportunity!It is just perfect for our purposes and they know it too.



I want to ask her to go now. I want to start now and you are not of much help to me at the moment. I hope you will see that this measure is undoubtedly necessary. I'll talk to you about it in detail later, but please leave the operating room now! "



The door slams shut and quick steps take off. I hear someone approaching the head end of the couch from behind, which is now supposed to serve as an operating table. My thoughts flow through my head like thick syrup. I have to keep focusing on not letting them wander. What's wrong with this narcotic? Why is it so special? The effect was definitely strange. I feel a bit dazed, but I should actually fall into a deep sleep if they want to operate on me. But I don't feel like I'm going to sleep any moment, my body feels heavy and my thoughts just drag themselves through my head, but otherwise I don't feel any different.



Then suddenly I hear a humming noise. It sounds strangely familiar, but I don't know where from. And then I feel something brush the back of my head from below and I feel my hair being cut off just above the scalp. A razor. They shave my hair off! They want to operate something on my skull! Panic rises in me. I want to get up, run away, away from this operating table. I don't want them poking around in my skull! I want to sit up, but my body doesn't move an inch. I am unable to move. I can clearly feel what they are doing to me, how they shave my hair, brush it to one side and then remove the last stubble. How they hook me up to strange devices. But I can't move I can't even move my little finger. My thoughts are no longer paralyzed. They ripped through my head. Roll over.Why can't i move What did they do to me? The narcotic, yes it has to be. It does something to me. It doesn't let me fall into a deep sleep, it just paralyzes my body, but my mind is wide awake. It drives me crazy not to be able to defend myself, to be at their mercy! I am completely helpless!

"Scalpel."

This word suddenly penetrates my ear too clearly and I want to open my mouth and scream, but it doesn't work. My gaze shoots across the room and I try to hold on to something with my gaze. I have to distract myself, but I can't. Then I feel my blood flow warm over my head and a slight pain begins to swell in my head. The pain isn't as bad as expected, but it's there and I get scared. It won't stop with a few cuts with the scalpel, and the pain is bound to get worse.But the worst thing for me is that there is nothing I can do about it. I can not do anything! Then I feel my skull opening and the pain exploding in my head. It fills my whole body and I cannot express it in any way. My pupils dilate in pain, but that's all I can move.



Words penetrate my ear through the mist of pain and I concentrate on them with all my might. "Swab. The frontal lobe is very pronounced, we take the transmitter with 20 connections." Suddenly, cold spreads in my head and the pain is numbed. “We'll attach the second chip to the pituitary gland.” I don't feel any pain anymore, but I can feel everything they do to me. They're putting something in my head and I don't know why. I ... I feel so helpless, so lonely. I have to let everything happen to me and have no chance of taking action.It is so terrible for me not to be able to do anything. My troubled feelings become overwhelming. A tear loosens it from the corner of my eye and slowly rolls down my cheek. I don't want to see any of this, but I have no other choice. It should finally be over! I can not anymore! But the operation doesn't seem to end. It's all like one long nightmare and I cling to the thought that I will definitely wake up soon, but actually I know very well that this is not a dream. It's all true! And yet I am comforted by the thought that everything could be a dream. Finally, after hours as it seems to me, my head is carefully wrapped in a bandage and the devices are switched off and put away again. The bed is pushed out of the operating room and I am moved to another room. There Rolf lifts me from the couch and lays me on a mattress. Then he spreads a blanket over me and pushes the couch back into the corridor.The lock clicks into place and I am again alone with my thoughts. I still can't move. My eyes are on the ceiling and I am waiting to regain control of my body.



It takes a long time, but eventually I can turn my head a little. Little by little I can move better and better and finally I slowly but surely sit up. Then I summon up my courage and raise my hand to my head. I feel over it carefully, but I can't feel anything through the thick bandage. Everything still seems to be there. Well, maybe I should ask myself what's on my mind now. Chips and transmitters that do who knows what. Maybe they want to rule me with these chips? I dont know. It doesn't really matter either. If they wanted to break my will with it, they succeeded. One thing has become clear to me: I have no chance against these guys.



So that's it, the next part won't come until January! I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Kisses amiel

Ps .: I hope you understand that it always takes me so long! Love you!!!