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That night was cold. Freezing, even. Snow poured onto the dead grass and dirt that coated the land outside the ‘institute’.
Echoes of screams and wails filled the corridors. Blood seeped its way out of one of the firmly locked doors, leaving a coppery aroma on those who inhaled its scent. I found myself being thrown against the inside of one of the rooms that lined the hallway, bruises littering my skin as my blurry gaze landed itself on my attacker. ‘Doctor’ Wayne, the man responsible for my injuries and traumas. He was barely a doctor, just someone who paraded themselves around as one to avoid being found out by the local police force. Acting as if all his mutilations were simply surgeries that just hadn't been fully perfected. What a fucking joke.
“You really need to be more obedient number 3…”
I heard him tut as he strode over to my trembling figure, pressed against the cold desolate walls of the room
“I have a fucking name, you know? I'm not one of your experiments, I'm one of your victims you sick bastard.”
I spat at him, my voice cracks as I try to let out some sort of witty remark, but my mind was so clouded with hatred and the throbbing pain caused by my head striking the door during a previous attack.
I felt his gloved hand snake its way from my shoulder to my neck as he buried his eyes into my skull, causing my breath to hitch and my hands to clench. He placed a small kiss against my hollowed out cheek and I almost threw up right then and there. His unusually cold breath mixed with his sterile stench made my head spin and my stomach churn.
“You know…you've always been my favourite.”
He drawled, standing back up and releasing his grip on me. I gulped and found myself staring up at him, a slight feeling of terror rising inside of me while I observed him retrieve a vial from his pocket, his deep verdant eyes flicked from the fluid filled bottle to me. It was clear he was plotting something, and it was even clearer that it was not going to end well for me. But how so? Would he injure me?kill me? Use me for another one of his ‘experiments’? I prayed to whatever god there was out there that it wouldn't be the latter. I couldn't go through that again. My body was barely holding on at this point, my arms were sore, and my eyes throbbed and bled. Another one would surely kill me, right?
Right..?