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the chair that was in the middle of the room. Oddly China never paid attention to this new contraption that was now sitting in their bedroom. Frustrated, however, determined to show this young American black girl how NOT to use her teeth.
    Now seeing the contraption with its traps and head gear, China’s confusion turned into fear. The chair resembled an electric chair for death row inmates. China hurriedly tried to get herself up, a punch to the stomach made her body renege on that option.
    China awakened with her body confined to the holdings of the chair, she couldn’t even move her head to look around the now pitch black room. She could not feel her body, she could not speak and as China tried to swallow she could not, her mouth was pried open with some kind of metal device.
    She was only able to let the tears fall from her eyes for the unknown possibilities of her predicament. She could not only move her limbs, but she also could not feel them either hindering her from even wiggling her fingers or toes.
    China was frozen in her own body, her voice, her screams, her cries, were all imprisoned in her body. She knew she wasn’t dead her lungs still worked, her eyeballs were still in motion, frantically surveying the room of darkness. She no longer knew if she was still in their bedroom. Fear grew as it clutched at her insides, as the above light was cut on. She squinted at the brightness and let her eyes adjust to the light. She wished she hadn’t changed them because standing above her with surgical gloves and dental pliers were Johanon.
         Lowering the pliers to her pried opened mouth, “This way," he told her while adjusting the pliers around one of her teeth. "We won’t have to worry about you using your teeth.”
        Darkness blanketed the unknown of her surroundings once again, the coldness of the room was like that of a hospital room, and the humming of some type of machine occupied the air, leaving Chyna to awake to a cold as hell.  Her wits were a little foggy, she felt drugged, however, flashes of what happened before her awakening sent her into panic mode. As if that was not enough she had something cold running through her veins, feeling around her body with her hands she felt a cord attached to a needle embedded in her veins. 
    Finally, her eyes adjusted to the darkness and she realized that there was a glow from the machine that she had seen in hospitals monitoring her heart rate. Her eyes followed the cord up to the steel hanger that held three bags of clear liquid; all three were pumping into her veins.
        Panicking she tried to move her legs out of the bed, they did not budge. She frantically tried to reach her legs to see if they were still there.   She could only lift her body from the waist up to feel her legs.   What the fuck did this nigga do to me? Chyna questioned the powers that be, looking for some type of escape even though she couldn’t move, she was thinking about her next move. 
    She tried to lick her lips and realized she had no top teeth or bottom teeth in the front, a tear slide down her face.  This sadistic, selfish motherfucker, she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes. The squeak of the floor was faintly heard over the buzzing of the machine, only when the key entered the lock did she slam her eyes closed.   She saw the brightness of the door being opened slide across her closed eyelids. 
    Footsteps shuffled towards her, falling short by her bedside he fumbled with the cord connected to her veins and the bags of clear liquid.  She felt her whole upper body become paralyzed just like her bottom half; she did not dare react or give herself away. It was obvious that whoever this was, that they thought she was still out of it.
    Using her ears to listen to his footsteps, he walked across the room to a side door to let someone in, she peeked and that someone was her husband. In her mind she could not think of anything else he could possibly do to her, he now