Pleasurable Venom
Chapter 1: Anywhere
"There she is!" A man yells.
No. No. No. No. Please. I don't want to go back. Anywhere, anywhere, but there. I keep my mind focused on what's ahead of me. I must run. Somewhere they won't find me. I slip on something and hit the ground with a hard impact. I push up and ignore the pain in my arm. Just run. I dash into a nearby ally and hide behind a set of crates. My breathing is hard and ragged. The torn fabric I wear is nothing against the cold breeze plaguing the night air. I hear the footsteps of my pursuers run by and let out a relived breath. I am free for now. Another breeze casts a wave of drowsiness over me and I focus on my next goal. I must not stay in the cold for long. I cautiously move from my hiding place and pull the slip of cloth around my body.
I push for every step in my look for somewhere to stay. The cold only makes me slower. I have very little. Only a small pouch containing a metal pair of silver earrings that hug your ear in the shape of a snake and a few other items. The items I always kept hidden with me, hidden in my throat. That is until I found a pouch while escaping and put them in there. I find a small ditch by the ally I was hiding in and curl up inside of it. I undo my long white braid and redo it. The end being held together by a string I found on the floor in my cage. I shudder involuntarily at the thought of that dreadful cage.
The metal bars, the men in white, and the tests. Why the tests? I never did anything to them but listen and they tortured me. They made fun of my skin. My scales that spotted it here and there. The horrid people made fun of my eyes and hair. They made fun of everything and I couldn't do anything about it. If I did they would starve me.
Tears leak out of my eyes. If only there where a person like me. Only one. The night sky clouds and begins to cry with me. Tears and rain mixing to form small pools on my closed eyelids. I drift into a sudden sleep. My cold blood putting me into sleep because of the unbearable cold.
Flash back…
"2,000 dollars for that."
The strange man points directly at me. Is he going to bring me home? Something tells me that he is not here to take me to a nice home. I think of a name to call myself if he asks. I have never had a proper name. I have been called Subject 715826 and Snakewoman. I dream of going outside again I only remember seeing the sun once when I was being moved in the freak show I was in. Then I was stolen from that cage to be put in this one. It is worse than that one. It is smaller and does not have the small sheet I used to have for cold nights. Even if it did not do much for keeping me warm I grew up with it. I hate this one. The needles I hate the needles. They always take and never give back. I hate them.
I remember seeing a boy run past the room I am in. A blonde small boy. He had needle marks to but he just ran by. I suppose that he escaped but I can't be sure. I was older then he by the looks of it but not by much. That night I cried and cried. Then the men in white came and took something from my eyes. Now I can't cry.
My current captor shakes hands with one of the men in white, indicating I am his now. I am his property.
I cower as two more men come in and pick me up and out of the cage by my long white hair. I gasp in pain.
"What pretty blue snake eyes you have 715826. I shall make you cry again. That way we can see how far you can go before you break. I shudder and am thrown into an even smaller cage. A man comes to the cage and sticks a needle into the scales beneath my left ear. I sway and relies he is putting me into a carriage trunk. It does not take long for the drugs to over ride my body and I fall asleep.
When I wake I am in the same cage but I know I am not in the same place. I strain to see through the darkness but can't because a pain seizes me. My eyes burn and hot tears stream from my eyes. They made me cry just like before. To some degree I am happy. I can cry again. They gave that back.
End of Flash back…
It has been 3 or for years since then. I can't know for sure because the only way I kept time there was by counting it myself. Eventually I lost count of the days and weeks but not the general feeling of years. Always years. And a lifetime of being part snake. Being laughed at and being experimented on. Not even my mother wanted me. I am alone. I only want to be treated normally. That is it.
