The Jail Room: A Short Story

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His jail cell opened. He blinked as a face appeared in front of him. Rough hands slid under his arms, dragging him onto a cold gurney. He could feel the straps restrain him and heard the click of the handcuffs. He watched the overhead lights speed by, as they made their way down the hallway. The cheap cotton sheet tangled around his legs and dropped off the gurney onto the cement floor. He moaned and started to fall into unconsciousness when he felt the needle being jabbed into his arm. The darkness he was forced to suffer through had varying degrees to it. There were times when everything around him was so dark that he could not detect even a shadow of movement, but free from pain. Then there was another version
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