After an unknown amount of time, I woke up from my sleep. I felt half of my head numbing from the sudden loss of consciousness and the whole of my body totally paralyzed.
"Where am I?" I muttered with a painful expression on my face. I remembered how Eveline injected the needle into my neck which made me fall into a deep sleep.
Looking around, I saw a white room with metal walls and a metal door that seemed to be made from the same material. The whole room looked advanced with so many technologically developed artifacts here and there that ended up linking to my body. I have been in this place many times since the start of the experiments.
My eyes shifted instantly to a particular place, there was a glass window that didn't show the outside.
"What is going on, Eveline?!!" I bellowed with deep anger that threatened to erupt at any given moment.
Yet, no answer could be heard. I tried to move my body, but I was still paralyzed from the drug. All of this made me feel anxious, I was not naïve enough to think they were playing some practical joke on me.
"Hey! Eveline! Is this really how you're going to make things go? We had a deal didn't we." Instead of making a fuss, I chose to go with rational convincing arguments. I knew Eveline to some extent that I could discern that she was a fair woman who would follow her word.
But, given how I was treated, there was a drastic change that led to this outcome. Of course, no one answered and instead, Two huge metal arms came down from the ceiling closing up on me.
The two metal arms held multiple tools made for surgeries. I had seen these before since my mother worked as a nurse.
The moment the two robotic arms started moving, I felt the imminent danger coming down for me.
"No! No! Don't do it, Eveline...Please!" I begged Eveline, who I knew for sure was standing behind that glass window looking at me. What kind of expression was she having?
Even though we were not friends, at the very least we had a favorable relationship that could've sprouted a friendship in the future given enough time and interactions. I even trusted her to some extent and gave her full permission to do anything to my body.
The metal arms finally reached me and swiftly cut away from the shirt I was wearing. The drug she used on me was probably not made for humans as even after a long time, it still didn't wear off.
The whole they created in my shirt exposed my bare chest. Then, with a swift movement, the medical knives started digging in my chest creating traces of blood.
I thought that my screams would echo in the room the moment they started cutting me up, but instead, I felt nothing. I didn't even feel the touch of the knives on my skin let alone the pain from this surgery.
"Why...are you...doing this?" Even when I didn't feel any pain, the bare sight of me getting opened up like a tuna can was horrible to see. The arms cut open a palpable section of my chest and revealed the inside then they started digging through my organs without damaging any of them. Somehow, even the blood gushing out wasn't that much and barely could threaten my life.
The surgery went on for 10 minutes as the robotic arms did some things I couldn't comprehend.
Finally, after doing whatever they wanted with my organs, they stepped out of my insides and closed the injury tightly with stitches.
Nothing happened after that for a couple of minutes, I was breathing heavily and my face was soaked with sweat.
I wanted a few minutes to get a grasp of myself but the robotic arms didn't allow me to even do that. they went back and chose a different part before starting to do the same thing, this time, they chose my leg.
After that, they did my arms, then my abdomen, and my back. In nothing but 2 hours, I became like a mummy made of stitches. The sight of my organs wiggling and moving made me want to puke my stomach out from the sheer disgust. Organs were made to stay hidden and so they should be.
"Please...this is enough...I will lose my mind." Somehow, I feel that if at that time I experienced the pain of these surgeries, I would've probably felt better than this. Maybe the fact that my body was getting sliced up but no pain was coming to my brain made it automatically turned it into a psychological pain that could've made me go insane.
Then, as if to interrupt my precious resting time. The door to the room opened and Eveline came in alone.
"Why...did...you do this?" Even after everything was over, I was still fighting the urge to puke. Since birth, I was someone who didn't like seeing blood no matter how insignificant the amount was, I firmly believed that blood is a sign of evil that should not leave the human body.
Ironic as it sounds, I still held on to that dislike for blood to that day.
"Nothing...Absolutely Nothing! There is no fucking trace of that creature in you!!" Eveline bellowed angrily while glaring at me.
"W-What do you mean?" Her sudden eruption took me by surprise. I never saw her get displeased let alone get angry before, now she looked like a rabid dog.
"Three whole months!! We tried every possible thing and yet we didn't find ONE SINGLE FUCKING TRACE OF THAT BLACK LIQUID YOU TALKED ABOUT!" Her voice pitch increased with each word she blurted out.
I was utterly speechless, I didn't know how to respond or react.
"The whole fucking world is waiting for some kind of reply or some clarification about you! I worked my ass off to find any clues but I still couldn't find anything! Even now, I opened every inch of your body without a result.
" You don't know how much pressure I am feeling right now! My family is under arrest waiting for me to save them from those fuckers from the government. What should I do, huh?"
After ending her sentence she started breathing heavily trying to cool down her raging emotions. Her face became as red as a tomato from the pure anger she was feeling.
Absolute silence, nothing made a sound for a good minute. My mouth kept on opening and closing trying to utter something, anything would've worked, but I was tongue-tied.
"So you were going through all of that? I guess I should've been more understanding of your situation."
Finally, I replied while looking down in shame. I knew how much she worked with her team in these experiments. The number of papers in her office was more than enough to show that she was a workaholic in every sense of the word. On top of that, the government officials were holding her family as hostages.
"I can't do anything to help you...I am extremely sorry for being this useless piece of garbage." I bent down slightly with half of my body so that I could move. I prostrated myself in front of Eveline.
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