"My hands were giving out, my knees already bleeding from the force they were exerting on the floor. Yet, the ground remained stubbornly intact, not even budging a little. Just a slight budge would undoubtedly provide some relief to my knees. My hands were starting to grow numb, but the creaks of my bones seemed to momentarily alleviate the numbness before it returned. My face was inching closer and closer to the floor, and I pondered which would give in first: the numbness, the bones fracturing under my weight, or my arms succumbing to the strain. Either way, death seemed inevitable, with my head and most of my body turning to a pulp when one of these scenarios unfolded.
'Hah, it appears my arms will give out first,' I thought.
And then, with a resounding 'Boom,' it happened."
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"Huff, huff," I breathed out ruggedly, my lungs desperately consuming the air around me. "She saved me. I guess my torment hasn't ended," I thought, wondering how much more of this I could take.
"We will find out," she replied.
"I guess I get to sleep now… at least I should, after each," I muttered.
I didn't hear her say anything for a few seconds, and I accepted what I said as truth. I was going to put myself to sleep; she didn't even have to knock me out. As I started to be carried away by slumber and weakness, she interrupted.
"We aren't through with this strength test," she said, pulling the hair on my head and dragging my seemingly lifeless body. My hands couldn't move, neither could my legs, even if I wanted them to. There was nothing I could do. Though she couldn't see my face or eyes at this point, they were turning red.
"So now we will be testing something else, since we can't test your grip strength with your hands being jelly, hahaha," she said with a laughter that I found irritating.
She pulled my face up, letting me see the experiment table. It was the same way it was before, facing the hall, and then she strapped me onto it. I didn't even know what to do or say now.
"BEG," I heard a voice say in my head. "IQ120 said I was a weakling, not even half as mentally strong as he took me. I can prove him wrong by surviving through this," I thought.
"At what cost, you fool? What cost? Do you think going back to him as a vegetable incapable of speech is what he would want? Or as a terrified and understanding renewed being of what it means to be a captive?" the voice said.
Debating with myself in my head, I must be going crazy," I thought."So what? Think about your brother and sister," the voice replied.
Shut up! I will never be seeing them again anyway," I screamed in my mind.
What about the adult captor, your observer? You would fail and be a disappointment," the voice continued.
So what?" I replied sharply.
Do you really believe you would be left free after failing like this? This is just a starter experiment. What about the multiple adults, special experimentss, and testss?" Like a factory reset, my brain found its calling… to beg.