10-19-2017, 01:51 PM
Foggy, everything seemed trapped between a deep mist. Even the noise was muzzled. He didn't like it at all, not being able to use his senses, feeling so vulnerable. He tried to take a deep breath, and he found out he was over a hard surface, but softer. Something like leather. He tried to move, but his limbs were trapped, and he noticed he actually was onfours possition. Then he heard a voice he woul've never though he would listen.
Fuck.
"Good Morning to you too, Dr. Rodhes. I'd love to greet you properly, but I'm afraid some joker have bounded me against a table. Would you mind to untie me and then we can have a normal conversation?" He asked, words sloppy and slow because of the sedant effect. He probably would sound like those funny videos of anesthesiated people who ahllucinated things. How much he wished that was just a dream and he was being recorded while they pulled off a thooth or something.
"You know, Dr. Rodes, things would be easier if you just called me by my name. I don't remember that my parents called me 6678" That was right, he had to remember his name. He couldn't forgive it, or then he would be no more than one of those "things" he saw when they milked him. And he would never be one of those things.
"Wait... What?" He paled when he heard her. Insemination? No... NO! He began to struggle against his binds, but the sedan just made it harder. Still,he kept an estern face. He didn't want to show his fear.
"I thought being a surrogate was a privilege. Some runaway like me doesn't deserve that honour" he commented, with a sarcastic tone that made you think he meaned the complete contrary of what he said.
Fuck.
"Good Morning to you too, Dr. Rodhes. I'd love to greet you properly, but I'm afraid some joker have bounded me against a table. Would you mind to untie me and then we can have a normal conversation?" He asked, words sloppy and slow because of the sedant effect. He probably would sound like those funny videos of anesthesiated people who ahllucinated things. How much he wished that was just a dream and he was being recorded while they pulled off a thooth or something.
"You know, Dr. Rodes, things would be easier if you just called me by my name. I don't remember that my parents called me 6678" That was right, he had to remember his name. He couldn't forgive it, or then he would be no more than one of those "things" he saw when they milked him. And he would never be one of those things.
"Wait... What?" He paled when he heard her. Insemination? No... NO! He began to struggle against his binds, but the sedan just made it harder. Still,he kept an estern face. He didn't want to show his fear.
"I thought being a surrogate was a privilege. Some runaway like me doesn't deserve that honour" he commented, with a sarcastic tone that made you think he meaned the complete contrary of what he said.
