"Oh I'm so sorry about the accommodations but we didn't want you to get lose and tell everyone. That wouldn't be good in the slightest. Once I leave the room you will be released of the constraints but unfortunately you will have to stay constantly drugged. Just a safety precaution is all." He said in a kind tone
I tried to form words but all that came out was indiscernible gargles.
"Ah yes it will take a while before you are able to speak but do not worry it shouldn't take too long. Now I have to tell you as part of my contract that you will not be able to leave this facility but I'd like you to think of this as your new home and I your father. Of course if you behave you will be rewarded and if you misbehave you will be punished severely.
You will follow a schedule from now on that's been planned out by myself. You will have one free day to do what you want and the rest of the time you will be busy with other things."
He stood up and walked over to my side of the table and leaned in. I naturally tried my best to escape. His expression instantly turned to rage.
*SLAP*
"Such a disrespectful daughter! Your father is trying to show you how much he loves you and you refuse!?"
I only glared back in defiance which earned me another slap to the face. His hands struck hard and being in such a weak state clearly didn't help in the least.
It only took a few more slaps until I gave up.
"Now, have you realized your mistake?" He asked
I meekly shook my head and I felt a hand wrap around the back of my head head and I was dragged into his embrace.
"I knew my girl was smart." He said before kissing my head, "now, dads got some stuff to do. I will be back in a while to show you your room so just obediently stay here and be a good girl."
I give another meek nod and he smiles brightly. A pat on the head and he exits through a door that seems to have appeared out of nowhere.
Only a second after the door is gone that the straps and chains loosen. Slowly I remove my hand from the bindings. I feel a small tap on my thigh and I look only to see water or more accurately a tear. Wiping away my tear I think, 'crying will do me no good.'
I attempt to stand only to fail miserably and end up on the ground. Suddenly a hum sounds and before I know what happened the table and chairs are gone. I choose to ignore it for now and continue with my task.
...
I've probably tried a hundred different times and I was exhausted from all the movement. Suddenly the door opened and my "father" walked straight over to me.
"Oh my dear already trying to take your first steps I see. Give dad a hug."
My mind went to the earlier incident and I complied. I wasn't exactly new to pain but I definitely wasn't accustomed to it. Of course I have had a few accidents but I truly wished not to remember them. Some may even say I'm scared of pain.
Though that may be a bit more of a trauma than anything. My childhood wasn't bad but it also wasn't good. My parents had convinced themselves they needed to continue their loveless marriage for my sake. Of course they fought, not openly but I knew and it hurt. So I think my child like brain heightened my fear of pain and I tried to avoid it as much as possible.
Somewhat thankfully they finally got a divorce when I was 9 and things became much better. Everything brightened up, though it was a bit weird to have a second mother when dad finally remarried.
I was brought back to reality by my "father" finally releasing me.
"I describe how proud of you I am." He stated, "oh! I'm sure you'd like to see what your body looks like right?"
I gave a nod and he started to search himself. Eventually he found a small hand held mirror in his back pocket and handed it to me. I opened it and was astonished to see what I looked like.
I had short pink hair with different colored eyes. The right was a beautiful bloody scarlet and the left was a pure gold that looked as if it could be sold for a hefty sum. Down the middle was a slit like a cats or snakes eyes.
Sitting on top of my forehead were to horns that seemed to transition between red and black. Right above either of my ears were two medal disks that sat parallel. A couple centimeters away floated a metal half circle -that looked like a head band- wrapped around to the other metal disk. The metal half circle itself tilted downwards and seemed to adjust with whatever direction I turned my head to. A line of stitches traveled all the way around my neck and it looked as if my head had been stitched on to a body not it's own yet it looked like it belonged perfectly. In fact much of my body looked that way. Just from what I could tell I was about 5'4 and I was probably in my earlier teens.[1]
"I'm sorry about all of the stitches but we should be able to get them off in a week or two."
I shook my head, I rather liked them. They kinda looked cool in my eyes.
"Are you sure?" He asked as if he knew exactly what I meant.
I gave a nod and he sighed.
"Alright but you're going to have to replace them when they come loose. I'll help you the first time but it'll be your responsibility afterwards."
I gave another nod in acknowledgment.
"Anyways I have a special surprise for you my child, follow me."
He stretched out his hand and I took it despite not wanting to. Suddenly I felt a weightlessness and I was being carried like a princess. It was quickly added to my top ten.
This only increased as we exited the room into a hallway filled with many people with the same attire as my "father".
I could feel the anger wash over him when someone looked to long or try to approach.
"Don't ever let yourself be alone with one of these people. They may look innocent but they are truly wolves in sheep's clothing. If you ever find yourself in a situation like that I give you permission to kill anyone and I will take the blame. Do you understand?" He whispered
"Y...e.." I unconsciously tried to acknowledge him with words and it surprised the both of us.
"My daughter truly is the best!" He mumbled before continuing.
A few minutes later and we arrived at a wall. It opened into a doorway and we stepped in. It was rather...girly? There was pink everywhere, the walls were pink, the ceiling and floor were pink, the small bed was pink, the sheets on the bed were pink, it was a nightmare of pink.
"How do you like it? I oversaw the decorating myself." I gave him a nervous smile and a nod.
He gave a skeptical look and gestured to the bed excitedly. He brought me over to the bed and I rolled around on it as if I were really happy to have it. He smiled before patting my head.
"Well it's almost time to for sleep, how about I tuck you in?" I nodded and he reached for the handcuffs that were mandatory if I ever left my room.
He pulled the blankets back and I laid down in a comfortable position. He covered me before kissing my forehead.
"Good night my sweet girl." He said before exiting.
Shortly after the lights dimmed and I was left to my thoughts. That night I thought all the possible ways to escape such a facility but all ended in failure or death. Without knowledge of the area or a weapon it was useless.
Note:
1: honestly would be curious of how you guys see her. Hey I'm not complaining if you maybe wanna draw her and maybe post a picture of her in the comments.(totally not trying to get a free cover.)
But seriously I'm just messing around, wouldn't know the first thing of how to change the cover.