Snippet #2802318

Emile Fourneaux could do nothing but sit on the floor of a very tiny room. He was been restrained to the ground by what felt like a heavy force. Keeping him harmless to anyone who needed to come in and check on him and exit out the same way they came in. He had thought he would have time to at least sleep. But it seemed like sleep was literally impossible in this room.

There was a small frequency that ran in this bright clean room. One that messed with certain brain functions that would force a person to remain awake. It had been like this for hours...