Open Ended

I’m in a luxurious hotel with the other soon-to-be-scholars with some of the company’s employees and guards. I was shocked when the agency brought us in a hotel instead of a hospital given that we’re going to do medical tests. I asked one of the employees and she answered that they have their private medical team who are talented plus it is more relaxing in the hotel compared to hospital with a lot of sick people. The medical tests started. After entering those two rooms, they have a bandage either on their arm or leg and a face mask; I can also tell that some cried hard, maybe because of the injections, luckily, I don’t fear those. I have to wait and it’s my turn. I entered the first room while the lady in white prepares the materials she’ll use. I frowned when I saw some unusual medical materials. There are needles that are long and thick, is she going to stab me with that? Like what the heck! I was about to walk out the room when she told me to sit on the chair with a light above me. She turned on the light and told me to open my mouth wide, I was caught off guard when she injected anesthesia in my gums causing my lower lip to slowly feel numb. She threw the needle and immediately pulls out my tooth. I was dumbfounded, she didn’t even ask me, and the thing is, it’s a good tooth, no damage so what’s that for? My mind is still baffled when she told me to stand up and proceed to the next room, because of the shock; I just followed what she said. I opened the door and fear starts to linger throughout my whole body, this room is totally different from the other. There are red curtains and red display all over the room, a typical Chinese room you could imagine. Another lady told me to sit on the floor with red mat. She’s holding a long needle and a thread that is use to sew open wounds. I don’t have any wounds right now, where is she going to use those stuffs? I was surprised when she pulled a hand out of the curtain beside us. I looked at her with a terrified face but she just smiled and said that I should not worry because the owner of the hand is dead. My heart is pounding really hard right now, seems like a heart attack will kill me at this very moment. There’s a dead person behind these curtains, but why? She told me that I should help her sew that dead person’s wrist. I was intimidated by her stares so I just followed what she commands. She’s about to finish sewing when she told me to cut the thread, so I did. I’m keeping my emotions stable right now but my hands are trembling hard. She asked me to spit out the cotton in my mouth since the blood already clotted. She come closer to me with a needle in her hand and without further warning she started sewing my mouth. I want to scream loudly because of the pain and fear I’m feeling but no voice came out and tears keep on falling from my eyes. I saw her grinning as she pierced my mouth with the needle, my tears and blood is like a satisfaction for her. The next thing I knew was she was drawing an S-like shape on my thigh, she sew it and tattooed it. Imagine being stabbed with needles without any anesthesia, I never thought I’ll fear any injections. She cleaned all the needles and threads that she used and put bandage on my thigh and told me to put on my face mask. I need to think and be strong so I can escape from this bunch of psychos. I leave the room and close the door. I look at the other scholars and to my surprise and dismay I saw my friend next in line, I want to call out her name and warn her but I can’t speak because of my stitched mouth. A man of black suit approached me and told me to go to room 3, I heard someone call him boss so I assumed that he’s the mastermind of this stupidity. He looked at me again and smiled then he turned his back and walked away. Before he went too far from me I heard him mumbled something, “the beautiful lady in room 3 is waiting to electrify your head”. My eyes grew bigger and my heart pounds hard again. Before fear eats my whole body, I closed my eyes and calmed myself as possible as I can. I leave that room and look for any guards, I’m not stupid enough to continuously follow those scumbag’s orders. I sneaked out while enduring the pain I’m feeling because of the craziness they did to me. I use the stairs but the wound on my thigh is slowing me down.

I don’t know what happened next, I woke up from a nightmare.

I actually dreamed about this last July 9, 2019. Since it's weird I decided to write it, and I guess I can publish it here. You can create an ending, just comment down😁