Michiko quickly turned around to find one of the big, burly men who had brought her and her brother there. He was tall, maybe six feet, and had short black hair and a beard. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt, his broad shoulders seemed like a brick wall. His face showed no emotion and his beady black eyes peered down at Michiko as if staring into her soul. He reached out a meaty hand, fingers like sausages, and grabbed her wrists. Kicking and screaming, she was dragged down several halls of the hospital. THough her screams echoed off of the walls, no one came to her aid. No one tried to save her. SHe was scared of where he might take her and who he was and what he wanted with her. Her mind wondered to her brother, alone in his hospital bed, and she thought of how scared he must be.Her voice was beginning to hurt from screaming.
"Silence." the man ordered, squeezing her wrists tighter.
Michiko, for fear of what he might do, fell silent as he led her through the halls. Eventually, they reached a room and the man ushered her in and shut the door, leaving her a lone in the room. Or at least, she thought she was alone.
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