S413 Break your ankles and other wrist
From Create Your Own Story
You let out a beast like snarl to scare away your tears, and set to work on your right hand. Being a cripple was much better than being restrained.
Pulling like a wild animal, you start pressing against your cuffs with all your might- When suddenly you hear a click.
It came from the door.
Jerking your head up, you stare at the door. The metal handle lifts, and the door creaks open. Stepping in were two burly-looking guys with guns holstered in their belts. Accompanying them was a petite brunette with a silver briefcase in her hands.
"What do you think you are doing, 413?" The woman shouted, nearing you. She had one of those tones that made it obvious that she was a chatterbox. "Look at you! You're a sweaty mess!" She gestured to your sweat-stained shirt as evidence, then popped the lock on her briefcase. The strong men flanked you, their eyes watching you like a hawk. The woman, meanwhile, was sorting through the items in her briefcase. You raised your head slightly, attempting to see what all as inside. She snapped it closed though, before you had a chance. In her hand was a syringe, the vial containing a transparent liquid.
"Now, 413, this syringe contains microorganisms specifically designed to mend broken bones. It doesn't have a pain killer in it, however, and the process can be somewhat... painful. Let that be your punishment, though, reminding you not to do something so stupid ever again." You winced as she neared your skin with her syringe. "After all, our hopes are riding on you, 413. I personally put in a good word about you. Your potential is almost visible!"
The guards remain motionless, the woman and her syringe getting nearer. And you're still hungry.
