Do they know the pain? The pain of being cut up and sewed back together? I know that pain. One day I shall teach it to them so they too know the pain. However, today is not that day. Today is a Cut and Sew day. They will take parts from a ghoul, cut me up and sew them inside of me. Cut and sew. Cut and sew. Like a doll. Like clockwork. Ha! Like a clockwork doll. I am a clockwork doll. Cut and sew. Cut and sew. I hear their footsteps. Pit pat pit pat. I have three. Two in rare. Three is unheard of. Four is inconceivable. I like that word. Inconceivable. Four is inconceivable. Today they try number four.
Pit pat pit pat. Here they come. Cut and sew. There I go. They take me to a room and strap me to a frame. I am in an X shape. Ha! Maybe that is why they call me subject X. I am strapped in and I am naked except for this cloth that they call a 'bikini'. Well, whatever it is, it helps me move freely. They bring out my incentive to work: a double bacon cheeseburger and a human arm. I am not a ghoul, nor am I human, but I seem to be both. I was born a one-eye. My mother was human and my father ghoul. We were attacked by Jason. He ate my mother. Then CCG investigators showed up and my father was killed by a dove by the name of Mado. Damn Mado. Crazy Mado. I'm going to kill him one day.