The Evil Scientist
I followed the evil scientist into a dark room. What I saw, I would never forget…
I kept behind the counter, trying to keep (or, remain) unseen from that point (or, position). At the same time, I couldn’t see the entire room. It wasn’t a big place. There were several book shelves around a sort of “medical recliner chair”. A man in doctor’s clothing was standing next to the chair holding a syringe. On the chair was (or, sat) another man dressed all (or, entirely) in white clothes. I was appalled to see that the man was tied to the chair. Shocked (or, In a state of shock), I froze. “What the hell is he doing?”, I asked myself. By the time I decided to do something to interfere, it was too late. The doctor had already pulled the syringe off. For an entire minute, the man in chair sat motionless...
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Very creative and well written!