When I finally woke up I was laying in my bed, the doc sat next to me stroking my hair.
"Good morning my sweet angel." He said
I could do nothing but cry the pain still persisted even though I could see no open wounds and my pinky seemingly reattached. I was dragged into the docs arms and even if I despised the man I latched onto him like my life depended on it.
"Shh, it'll be ok." I heard him whisper
...[1]
In what felt like a flash three months passed bye by now my mind was mostly broken and I had come to actually see the doc as a father or at least a father figure.
During that time the frequency of experiments increased and so did the the time they lasted. Some could last as long as an hour and some could reach the upwards of 10 hours. At a certain point they became even boring and I enjoyed how much less the doctors seemed to smile.
Another new thing was I had gained full control of my body and could form some simple sentences. I had also figured out how the doctors so easily traveled the facility. They each had their own chip that connected to their brains that both acted as a map and ID it was all quite interesting and I started to come up with theories on how they worked.
...
Today was apparently a special one, I was quite intrigued as there weren't many of these and they usually didn't end well. For the 10nth time I was brought somewhere I had never been before I was once again left to enter the room alone and as soon as I did I spotted a snide looking boy who didn't look to much older than me.
It was honestly quite gross how much confidence leaked from his form. It was as if he just won the Olympics. I almost wanted to throw up.
"Hello, honey?" My head snapped to a window with my "father" standing behind a console a microphone a few inches from his mouth.
"I'm going to need you to fight this boy to the death just like those mean people ok?"
My mind went to the memory of when a few impudent snobs insulted father. I instantly jumped them and ripped their throats out.
"Hehe, ok dad!" I said enthusiastically
"Ha, you call him dad? What a joke, he practically tortured you and you love that man? Talk about the biggest joke of the century."
I felt something tick and I couldn't help but lash out.
"Don't you insult my father! He is the nicest person ever!"
"Pfff, talk about brainwashed."
Unfortunately due to my due to my current state anything more than a few words a sentence was extremely difficult.
There was a sudden *pshhh* noise and I suddenly felt a weight lifted off my shoulders and I jumped at him like an animal. He seemed stunned for a second before shoving me. I felt a sense of weightlessness as I was thrown into the ceiling. Only a cough came as I landed back on the ground.
I then realized this wouldn't be an easy fight. Even if I was only about 120 pounds it is still quite hard to through that much weight as hard and fast as he did. I dodged to the right as a fist came down right where my head was previously.
It didn't take long for another fist to land squarely in my stomach.
"Seems they sent another one to die. You know if you just continue to send me trash I won't develop at all." Said the boy while looking at the window.
My conscious slowly faded and instinct took over.
...
When I finally regained control I had a hole in my stomach, three broken fingers and a missing tooth that I quickly found sitting a few feet away.
I casually walked over to where it was and put it back in place the pain I had felt from it disappeared and my mouth felt whole again. A cracking sound could be heard as my fingers slowly realigned and the draft coming from the hole slowly but surely disappeared. I licked the blood from my hand and the *pshh* noise could be heard again.
The weight that had previously disappeared reappeared and "father" walked in.
"Good job my little bunny, now let's go back to your room. Your reward should already be there."
Father didn't even bat an eye at the mangled corpse that periodically twitched from time to time and just hugged me as usual.
It only took a couple minutes to get back to my room. Sitting on the table was a large bowl of ice cream sitting in the middle.
I immediately rushed over to the table and sat in the chair farthest from the door. I picked up a spoon in my right hand and started banging on the table with my fists.
"Alright alright, what have I told you about using manners."
"They are one of the most important thing you can learn."
"And?"
"You should always use them when eating?"
"Good girl." He said as he wiped blood from my mouth with a handkerchief he fished out of his large lab coat.
"I'll have to order some new clothes it looks like."
"No more boring stuff let's eat!"
"Fine, fine."
He sat at the other side of the table and picked up a spoon of his own.
...
"Haa~" I let out a content sigh and leaned back in my chair.
"What do think about some sleep, dads getting tired too."
"Ok!"
I hopped in my bed and he tucked me in before leaving.
Note:
1: time skips forever!
Also could this be considered psychological? Not to sure on that and if so I'll add a tag.