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The restraints dig into my skin. My bones ache. I itch all over. The room has stagnant air and all I can hear outside of it are muffled voices. I squirm and toss attempting to loosen the grip. Luck is not on my side. My circulation becomes cut off. Feeling pressure grow in my bladder I yell desperately in hopes that whoever can hear me beyond this room will allow me to use the bathroom. Minutes pass. Sweat falls from my forehead. Pressure in my lower gut growing now. Fate is close to being accepted. I warn who can hear beyond the confines of the room. No responses or reactions.
I give up. I feel hopeless. Beyond myself. Urine then flows underneath me and I can hear the continuous drip of it onto the floor. It doesn't stay warm long. I itch from the cold liquid. The sedative is getting me heavy now. Heavier. Eyelids begin falling. Arms are numb. Ears are ringing. What is muffled beyond the door becomes incoherent. Fatigue creeps in. Then, unconsciousness.