GENRE: YA SECRET
They came for him in the night. It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. And although he pretended to remember none of what they had done to him, he always did. Every needle. Every suture. All of it.
“You again.” The surgeon looked Ben up and down, clicking his tongue impatiently. “Do you know how many goddamn problems you’re causing me?”
Ben raised his head lazily, the drug they’d injected him with clouding his eyes and mind. “I’m not meaning to,” he mumbled. His words were slurred.
The surgeon clenched his hands into fists and punched a button on the wall of the operating theater. The chair they’d strapped Ben into tilted backwards until he was lying flat, staring at the shiny silver ceiling. The familiar click of machinery sounded behind him and he winced, knowing what was coming.
It’d work, for a day or two. Sometimes less.