You try to push against it, and the more it wraps around you. Because I opened you up and made you vulnerable, and you didn't even realize before it was too late. Now you don't care about the way out. You don't care about the other side.
"I swear I was framed, I don't belong here, I-" were the last words I got out before the nurses muzzled me... Mere moments before they started the daily treatment, set to double duration as a special treat for my first day of many
