Dr.Tar: don't worry, I will.. *mumbles to self* or at least try since you're here..

Dr.Tar: *puts knife to neck* hmm..

Dr.Tar: hmm.. *grabs my hand and pricks finger*//what the--!!//Dr.Tar: I'm guessing she is..

Dr.Tar: I forget if she's sensitive to pain or not..

Dr.Tar:*kneels down to get to my height*

Dr.Tar: *grabs knife and looks at my neck* hmm..

Dr.Tar: and this might get a teensy bit bloody.. you can stay next to her or behind her though

*breathing goes weird* ...//Dr.Tar: once you are finished with that, please step away from her so I can do what I need

I know-..//Dr.Tar: *ties black fabric around eyes so I can't see*//*coughs and turns head to floor*

*slightly bares fangs but doesn't do anything* ...

Dr.Tar: yes, when I did experiments on her, or stuff like this, she would always lash out at me. If she gets mad, then she is dangerous. But if I make her scared, then she wont do anything. I know exactly how to scare her.

Dr.Tar: first I need to.. *takes rope* tie this somewhere to get her to hold still..

Dr.Tar: thank you Grim

Dr.Tar: so how's life #24?//*growls*//Dr.Tar: oh shut up, it's not like I'm asking you if you want a bee put on your fur

Dr.Tar: #24's friend, what's your name? I need you to get me a knife, thread and a needle. And a rope if you can find one..

Dr.Tar: *grabs arm* I can probably help her..

*coughing blood* ..

Heheheh... okay..

*smiles* heheheh..

But life continues on, even if I'm not there, and everything is fine. My lips are sealed tight. I don't say a word, I won't say a word. No one has to hear. My crying shout, my crying shout. I want you to be..