Twisted Rebels: Shedding Skin (TF)
The first thing I remember about the labs after they kidnapped me was the snakes.
There were all kinds of them, in the room I woke up in, kept in cages, hissing, slithering, watching me with their cool eyes, both dark and monochrome and bright and slit-pupiled, their tongues flickering in and out of their mouths. I’ve always been the kind of girl who likes the little devils, but the effect was creepy.
It seemed like something out of a villain’s lair, more than the reptile room at the zoo. Considering where I was, that was honestly probably the effect they were going for. It wasn’t until after I noticed the snakes that I realized I couldn’t move.
I could move my head, look around a little, but my arms and legs were completely restrained, and as I looked downwards, I realized it was because they were strapped, no, more like manacled, with iron bands to the chair I was sitting on, kind of like one of those chairs they make you sit in when they take your blood, but