But, then again, he didn't seem sad either. His face was completely devoid of emotion.
In a pique of utmost genius, Cynthia held out her hand, put her middle and index fingers together, likewise with her little and ring finger. Spread them out and said, "fascinating."
The guard didn't appreciate the joke.
He grabbed hold of her shoulder and pulled her up from the sitting position that she was in. He pressed the tip of the needle against her neck and stared at her face. Cynthia, in turn, looked at his. His face was impassive and Cynthia immediately understood: no struggle, no pain.
But then again... no pain, no gain.
"No chance of 'beam me up, Scotty'?"
She ducked.
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Working Progress
الأكشنA story about a girl whose life doesn't seem to give her any answers, and where life itself wants to control her. Needless to say she tries to rebel against it's plan for her.
