Within minutes a two man team came down the hall. Guard one, "Get away, get on your stomach, do it, NOW!" They had tazers out and pointed at you. guard two said, "Holy fuck this bitch tired to kill her. Look at the marks on her neck!" Guard one, "Repot we need medical asap. Roger one injury package unharmed. Roger." With that your were shot with the tazer and tossed over his shoulder. You were tossed again hard in your padded room once more. The day went into night. 

The door opened two guys grabbed you and forced the jacket on you, tightly. "You fucked up. Your not going to leave this room ever again. If I was running this op I'd take you out to the barn and stage a suicide. Dinner will be here in an hour after that. You'll get fed at the normal times. I guess there is a team of family lawyers trying to figure out who's going to take your sorry ass. That girl fought for you." He shook his head as he left.

The dinner came and you only got halfway through it before the drugs kicked in and you passed out in it. The next few weeks were all a blur. You remember the injections and I.V. changes and at one point a blurred figure spit on you. Then one day you woke up.