Patient Twelve

Patient Twelve
Waking up restrained in a strange lab, Diana is thrust into a horrifying reality: her eyes have been replaced with those of a cat. Trapped by the sinister Dr. Sweeney, and groomed for a mysterious 'dinner,' she must learn to navigate a new world with altered senses and a terrifying secret. Can she trust the mysterious Patient Twelve, or is she destined to become another one of Sweeney's monstrous creations?

The world swirled. Not with the familiar haze of a hangover, but with a sharp, piercing ache behind my eyes that throbbed with a terrifying intensity. My mouth felt like sandpaper, a burning dryness in my throat. I tried to scratch an itch below my nose, but something dug into my wrist.

Cold metal. A clang. Then the other wrist. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat sending fresh waves of agony through my skull.

"Help," I croaked, my voice a stranger's hoarse whisper. "Help me. Please, somebody."

The memory hit me then: walking home, music in my ears, a hand over my mouth, a sharp pinch. And then nothing.

Footsteps. Growing louder. A male voice, smooth and unsettling.

"Calm down, Diana," he said, his hand resting on my head. "You need your rest."

"Where am I?" I demanded, fear coiling in my gut.

"You're in recovery," he replied, his words chillingly calm. "The operation was successful."