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Made in Taiwan 23
🕑 Added 2021-10-05 17:23:01 +0000 UTCDay 110
I remember opening my eyes slowly and feeling my eyelids pry themselves apart. Something felt off. Different!
Looking around the room, my eyes took a moment to focus. Trying to sit up, I found I had absolutely no strength at all. Suddenly, a memory flashed through my mind. Starting to Hyperventilate, I remembered the fall. I remembered plunging helplessly towards the crashing waves and then nothing. Struggling, I tried to get up once more, but it was no use. I was just too weak.
Opening my eyes again, I heard what sounded like the front door close. For the last few hours, I’d been drifting in and out of consciousness. Each time I woke up. My brain felt a little more coherent, and my body gained a little more strength.
I heard footsteps approach, then I saw her, grinning down at me. It made me feel sick. “You’re awake!” Simona announced loudly, “how do you feel”?
I tried to speak, but my mouth was too dry. Seeing me struggle. Simona rushed off to the kitchen, returning moments later carrying a glass of water with a straw poking out the top. She placed the straw between my lips, and I took a few sips, almost choking in the process.
Placing the glass down on the table by the bed. Simona took a seat next to me on the bed and stared down at me. “Do you remember anything that happened”? She asked, squinting her eyes.
I looked back at her and felt afraid. She had tried to kill me! Was she going to try again? Deciding that it wasn’t the time to confront her, Instead played dumb. “Only, a little. It’s a bit hazy”, I croaked, my throat feeling like I’d been eating broken glass. “Was there an accident”?
Simona looked confused for a second before smiling, “Yes, you tripped and fell off the cliff. We were all so scared. You’re lucky to be alive. You hit your head pretty hard, but Lulu's team had a medic with them. You should have seen him. He was like a real-life superhero. Diving off the cliff after you and protected you from the rocks until the coastguard arrived. I’ve never seen anything like it”.
Stunned, I didn’t know what to say, there were so many questions I wanted to ask, but at the same time, I just wanted to get away from the smiling psychopath lurking above me. “What time is it? What day is it”?
“It’s four-thirty, and It’s a Monday", Simona announced. " But you probably want to know how long you've been out of it, right? Well, It’s been over two weeks since the accident”.
“Two weeks!”, I cried, trying to sit up and feeling a strange weight on my chest.
“Try to rest. You're still recovering from the surgery”, Simona stated, placing a strong arm on my shoulder to hold me down as I struggled a little.
Exhausted, I stopped moving and looked up at her, “surgery! I had surgery! I thought you said I was ok”?
Standing up Simona, looked like she wanted to laugh. “Oh, you are. you were unconscious for a few days, but the doctors told me you’re going to be fine”.
“Then what going on”? I asked, panicked. “I don’t understand”?
“Let me show you”, Simona announced, taking a step forward and grabbing me under the arms. With ease, she lifted me into a more upright sitting position as I felt the most bizarre and alien feeling of my life. A shifting, jiggling, weighty feeling on my chest, which pulled downwards.
Looking down at the protruding mounds sticking out from my chest, my mouth fell open in horror. “I... what... no... what the fuck...”? I gasped, in the midst of a panic attack.
“I guess I should explain", she announced, chuckling. "You see, with you unconscious, I thought it might be a good time to have them put in. You seemed a little reluctant when Eric mentioned it at the beach, so, I reasoned you must have been scared”.
“How could you? I shrieked, touching the alien mounds, and recoiling in horror. “I didn’t agree to this”!
“No, but I did”! Simona shot back. “You see, while you were recovering, I went to see a surgeon. I did all the tests and explained what I wanted. I had to pay a little extra, but in the end, I managed to get a date for surgery within the week”.
Listening to her speak, I was trying not to throw up, not that that was anything in my stomach to throw up. It was like listening to some evil villain in a movie, except this was real life, my life!
“When you finally woke up after three days, the doctor wanted to keep you sedated until swelling on your head went down”, Simona said, continuing. “But amazingly, I was still able to discharge you. What a crazy country this is sometimes! Anyway, after that, it was easy to look after you. I just kept you drugged until the day of the operation. wheeled you in and said you were me. No one batted an eyelid. That was a week ago. You should be fully recovered in a day or so. Oh, and I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, they’re a little small, right”?
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Believe me, when I looked up at Simona, glaring down at me, with a crazed look on her face. The last thing on my mind was that the two terrifying lumps jiggling about on my chest were small.
“Well, don’t worry”! Simona added. “You need to give your skin enough time to stretch. Then, in a few weeks, you can get them enlarged. You'll be able to wear all my tops and dresses with a low top after that. Doesn’t that sound exciting”?
Terrified, I looked back up as the room began to spin as a shivery cold feeling move up my body. I blacked out.
