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She had been taking a walk, never having caused anyone to wish violence on her. As she got closer to her home a dark colored van pulled up and several men clad in black grabbed her. She knew screaming was pointless, as she did not have any neighbors for several blocks. Struggling was useless, but she tried anyway, and the last thing that went through her mind was 'I hope they kill me quickly, I don't much care for pain.'
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Blinking never hurt so much before. 'Where am I?' Looking around, it was clearly not home anymore. 'I am not liking the looks of this.'
She was in a concrete room with no windows and only one door. She was chained to the wall by her ankles and wrists. It felt like her head was filled with cotton; memories were hard to grasp.
It seemed like hours, though it could have been minutes, when someone entered through the lone door and he was just intimidating enough that she knew he was not going to offer her tea or biscuits.
"So, you're finally awake are you? It's about time." He had a gruff sort of gravelly voice, and what looked like a permanent scowl on his rugged face. Another man came in behind him, he wore a white lab coat ('perhaps he is a doctor or scientist?') carrying a covered tray. "Hello young lady. You have been chosen to be a part of our experiment and we will start with taking blood." She was confused. "I didn't sign up for any experiment." Both men chuckled, though the gruff man's sounded cruel.
"Never the less," the doctor (scientist?) continued, "you have been chosen. We are trying to create the most controllable, powerful, and immortal soldiers ever to exist. So, during this experiment you will be pushed to your physical and emotional limits, and then pushed beyond them. If you survive, you will be more powerful than even a demon."
The smile on his face indicated he was quite pleased with himself, though I was unsure what exactly he was pleased about.
"Normally, we would place you into one of the three groups; the entertainment group (I learned later it was where their test subjects endure sexual abuse), the endurance group (also known as torture), or the experiment group. Unfortunately, we have yet to have the results we are looking for, so you will be the first to join our new fourth group, which is a combination of the three." Again he sported a pleased grin, and I was starting to think he was not mentally sound. It was at that moment when what he actually said registered. The gruff man started getting closer to me and I wanted to shrink away, but I was already up against the wall. I thought back to my church lessons, and prayed with all my might for deliverance. Little did I know that no one was coming for me, and I would have to escape on my own.
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Several years later, and the experiments were still being done. I had forgotten how many people had touched me, both for their own pleasure and to deliver pain. My hair was a very different color than it used to be. Where I used to sport shoulder length dark, almost black, hair it was now down to my bum and a very light, almost white, brown; a similar change had been done to my eyes, where they were once dark brown they are now an amethyst purple. So many changes have occurred with my body, that if I were to look into a mirror I fear I would not recognize myself. That same scientist has come and gone over and over always with something new to inject into my blood stream. Each injection causes more pain than any of their tortures ever could. I have stopped praying for deliverance and instead have prayed for death, as it is quite clear I will not be receiving any help from 'on high'.
"How do you feel to day Song Bird?" They started calling me that when they found out I could sing. I had been trying to soothe a fellow test subject that clearly wasn't going to live much longer. Now, they have a habit of forcing me to sing for them when they grow bored.
The scientist looks at me expectantly, still under the delusion that I will one day actually answer any of his questions. I simply look at him till he gives up, gives me his new concoction, and leaves.
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They turned me into a child!!! I look about 3 or 4 years old! What possible use could a child be to them?
The scientist comes back with a few others, also in the white coats, and they start pointing and gesturing to each other. My hearing is extremely good now, too good really, but I don't understand the terms they are using so I tune them out. Although, I couldn't help but hear them say that I could 'entertain' the others while they figured out how to fix me.
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I finally escaped. They put a new guard in charge of my torture and the idiot obviously did not know that I was stronger than all the guards put together, they have to use enchanted shackles to keep me restrained (odd way to find out magic is real, but the idea still boggles the mind). He ignored the warnings and thought he was actually dealing with a child. Naturally, I killed them all. The scientist died slowly, but they ALL died.
I watched the building burn to the ground, listening to the screams of those I left hanging from the ceiling. Once there is nothing but ashes left, I turn and run into the woods to start a new life for myself.