My first week within the lab was pretty tame with most of my time being occupied by tests and checkups. About half way through I was able to finally walk albeit extremely wobbly and only for a short time.
When my "father" found out he was ecstatic. He would shout stuff like, "my daughters a genius!"
It was all quite embarrassing and I seriously wanted to leave. Thankfully I was quite the observant and had learned of quite a few things within the immediate vicinity of my room.
Right across from me was another person that had seemed to have lost his mind. To my right was a young girl about 5 years old. She didn't do much but scientists often went in and out of her room.
To the left was another boy who I could tell from the very few times I saw him had an awful attitude but he was quite dangerous.
Each "block" of cells was categorized by a letter followed by a number that only went up to five. The "block" I was on was n3, the crazy kids block was n2. In total there were six cells on each block so there were 780 cells.[1]
I have seen a few more people who have seemingly gone crazy. They mostly either mumbled or screamed. I was honestly quite thankful that all the rooms were sound proof otherwise I may have already gone mad from all the screams and yells.
My meals were mostly bland and only fulfilled the requirements but there was something special I would get with my food that hadn't seen in any of them others. It was a red liquid that tasted so good I would kill for the next taste. It seemed familiar in a way but I couldn't quite place it.
What the next week I held I had no idea until it came. I could finally semi walk semi limp and today the doc or "father" is what he called himself, told me it would be big.
I didn't qui know at the time but the way he spoke creeped me out. I should've known then to run as fast as my feeble legs could carry me for today was one of pain. And not one like getting a shot at the doctors or a scrape of a knee, no it was one of excruciating bloody pain.
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The doc held my hand as we walked to a place I hadn't yet been. Even though everything seemed the same I knew I had never traveled in this direction. I was lucky enough to have a sort of internal compass and it hadn't yet led me astray.
Soon enough we stopped at a white wall two men dressed for combat stood beside a space big enough for a door and sure enough the curious door opened. I automatically started to walk in when I felt a tug. I looked back and the dock hadn't moved an inch. He gave me a smile before releasing my hand and gestured me to go in. This worried me somewhat but my mind traveled to the few punishments I had already received.
Over the course of that one week I had failed at least three times and each time my punishments increased in severely each time.
I gave a nod and headed in. Sitting in the middle of the room was a metal chair. Seeing as how obvious it was for me and how tired I was from the walk I sat down. Out of nowhere straps and chains wrapped around my upper arms, ankles and my torso.
I struggled against them as the chair seemingly turned into a table that sat at an angle. I panicked and tore at my restraints blood even started to leak from my wrists as I heard a humming noise. I felt a prick and I seemed to lose most of my motor functions. I was barely able to hold up my head and keep my eyes open to see three other people in lab coats walk in. All seemed to wear smiles as they circled me with clipboards, intense scribbling could be heard as they examined every aspect of my body.
Soon enough a table popped up in the corner of my eye and they neatly set their clipboards down in a row. Suddenly another table popped out of the ground next to me. Some extremely threatening tool were spread across it and a drop of sweat ran down my forehead. The chair swung to the right and I was greeted with a window. Inside stood even more people in lab coats and the doc.
The doc bent down, putting his mouth to a microphone that stretched up from a console.
"Hello my darling. Do not worry you won't have to wait long. Only about two hours or so and I'll bring you back to your room, ok?"
I dreaded what came next, the smiles of the people currently in the room widened as they each picked up something that either poked or cut.
"Now, I'm going to need you to stay awake during this process. Do that and I'll reward you greatly, ok?"
I was about to shake my head when I felt a sharp pain at my pinkie toe. My head snapped to the origin of the pain to see one of the main holding a saw in his hand. Slowly he started sawing back and fourth. My broken scream rang out in the room and just minutes later my toe had been cut off. Tears streamed down my face as I bled.
Again there was a sharp pain and I could only see a scalpel cutting into my stomach. I could do nothing but screw and cry as they continued on with they're sadistic game of torture.
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After what felt like an eternity later they finally left and the dock walked in. The straps and chains undid themselves and I fell into him. He picked me up and patted me on the back. I soon fell asleep in his arms.
Note:
1: that should be right but I could have messed up my math. 26 x 5 x 6
Oh and by block I mean like a city block or the block you live on or whatever.