And they all began laughing at me. The next time, as I was coming to they stuck me within 5 seconds of me opening my eyes they stuck me with the needle but still, I managed to overpower three or for guys including throwing Mr. Green himself into the hallway wall. I got to the hallway and ran for the door. They tackled me about 20 yards from the door to the outside and then piled on me until they could administer another shot to me.
One time instead of trying to run down the hall I decided to hide instead. I managed to place a chair on top of the table and then knock the ceiling panel out of its place. I managed to grab hold of the “I” beam and I pulled myself up and I wrapped my self around some of the supports. Everything was covered with about an inch of dust, but I didn’t care, I held on in the filth with all I had. I heard the alarm go off and as they could not find me. Finally, after a long while and when they could not find me, they reviewed the videotape because the camera was always watching me.
In the film they saw me climbing up into the ceiling and they came and got me. I began screaming “NO MORE! PLEASE NO MORE” and they hooked me back up to the electrodes and gave me more juice and more torture. The next time I awoke there were six guys holding me down already and the needle was already in my arm. I freaked out like never before and again managed to get off the table and then the 10 man pile up commenced and they stuck me again. Finally, they got smart and after all their resuscitation efforts failed they would re-strap me to the table because they knew I would come back sooner or later.
When I awoke and I had these “straps” on me and I was freaking out. All I remember is the bright ceiling lights and then shadows would come over me and I would black out again. I don’t know how many times this happened if it was all in the same night or if it was during different nights. As I became stronger and stronger, finally I ripped free of the straps. I didn’t rip the thick leather straps themselves, I ripped them off from where they were connected to the table.
Then when I had my left arm free I unbuckled my right and then undid my legs. I was off the table, the lab is empty except for that son of a bitch in the baby blue lab coat and his assistant. His back is turned to me and I walk very quietly over to him. I want to see the look on his face when he sees me free. I walk up behind him, and when the son of a bitch turns around and sees me all he says with no change in his facial expression is “What do you want?” I instantly grab him by his throat with my left hand and with my arm that is like a “Hydraulic vice” I crush his throat as easily and with as much effort as it takes to crush an empty beer can. Then I let him go.
He flops around for a while like a fish out of water gasping for air holding his throat. Within seconds he stops moving. I turn to my right and look at the lab assistant. He sees me looking at him and drops his clipboard. The look of fear in his eyes is unforgettable. He has short brown hair and brown eyes. He is about 5′-9″ with a thin build. I start to walk over to him. He is backing up as far and as fast as he can go, when he reaches the wall he looks away from me as he is pressing his body as flat as it can go.