“I didn’t sign up for this. Okay, actually I did. But I didn’t read the fine print, so I didn’t really know what I was signing up for. Moral of the story? Read the fine print, dumbass.” ~Lizzy
“Is she supposed to be twitching like that?” Willis nudged Lizzy’s foot with his hand. The girl was no longer strapped to the chair. After the subject had screamed about being burned alive and then passed out, Cain transferred her to a gurney. Four straps ran horizontally across her body, securing her ankles, thighs, hips, and chest. A final strap went across her forehead, forcing her neck to remain still. Despite the restraints, as Willis had so helpfully pointed out, the girl occasionally twitched in her unconsciousness.
Cain put his hand to his chin and looked to the ceiling. “Hmm, I’m trying to
