Without any more delay, he grabbed the boy's arm and plunged the needle in.
The boy's body jerked once, then stiffened.
A few seconds later, he started to twitch, his little face twisting in pain. His back arched slightly off the ground as a silent scream escaped his lips — too weak even to make a sound.
"Good," one of the men said with a cruel smile. "Looks like it's working."
They left him there, closing the heavy door behind them with a loud clang.
Inside the dark room, the boy gasped for air, tears leaking from the corners of his tightly shut eyes.
He didn't know how long he lay there.
Minutes? Hours?
All he knew was pain. Endless, burning pain.
And in his blurry mind, a single thought kept spinning:
I have to get out.
However, the next few hours were just torture for him. And for a moment, even he wished he could die.
He felt his life force draining away. His body was ice-cold, his mind a blur of confusion and pain.
Is this how I die? he thought.
