Re: Chapter Two: Experimentation
Susan sat in her room, strapped to a chair as usual. After she had attempted to pick the lock with a broken fork, and then stab the orderly that came to stop her, she had been confined to the chair. She sat in patience for days now, with a curled lip set in a scowl. She kept thinking about the boy she had met, and found that her worst fear, would be to end up like him. No hope, no purpose.
After the yellow gas punishment, it had taken a week for her to breath normaly, and another week passed before she could move her arm without pain. She still had healing stitches, and the scar wouldn't be too noticable, but it was itching like crazy. The welts had gone down and faded, but she was always thirsty. She shuddered as she remembered the terror of the gas closing in around her, and prayed that chemical weapons wouldn't be used on her again.
Susan fought against the fear that was steadily growing inside her, knowing that she couldn't let it take hold. If she was afraid of them, they would own her, and she would not let that happen. She set her jaw and glared up at the camera in hatred, taking a silent oath to fight until the end.
She bowed her head, and began to try and wiggle her hands free again. Her wrists were rubbed raw. She heard the key twist the knob, and she raised her head to watch the door open. An orderly and three brutes entered. The pale woman smiled, "Time to go.
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