I held tightly onto the mans hand as we walked through the corridors. He was very tall compared to me, appeared to be in his late thirties, and he was strangely handsome. You are perfect, never have I made a creation so beautiful. He smiled down at me.
W-what am I? I asked him. He laughed and gave me an invasive glance.
Stunning, that is what you are. You are a stunning product of alchemy. My child, you are but seven years of age, and your name shall be, He paused and pondered what name was worth my bearing, Daniella, yes that seems to serve. You are the only female I have created that has lived past time of awakening. He shook his head, and led me through an exquisitely decorated door. Ugo, Riccardo, present yourselves! Two young boys walked up to us. They bowed to the man and didnt address me. One of them had a large crack-like scar on his face, but other than that, they were identical. Daniella, my dear, this is Ugo, and that is Riccardo. They are your brethren, made the same as you. Aquatint yourselves as I retire to my study. I wish to be undisturbed. He said the last part to the two look-a-likes, and placed a kiss on each of our heads before leaving.
Well, what do we have here? Another failure by the looks of it. Why hasnt she dropped dead yet? One of the boys leered at the other. He pushed me further into the room, and forced me to sit in a central chair. A large object seemed to capture the room. Its surface was made of shimmering glass. I looked at it and located the chair in which I sat. Starring back at me was a striking little girl with mature features, a curled mane of violet hair, and frightening grey eyes.
Riccardo, youre being cruel. The poor thing must be in pain. Ugo, I assumed, said to the other boy. He stroked my hair and smiled at me.
Shes so flawed though; her pain makes no affect on me. Riccardo said and glared at me through the mirror.
That man said I am perfect, what ispain? I asked quietly.
You want to know what pain is? Riccardo asked, and let out a sharp laugh. I felt a tug on the back of my head, and looked up. Riccardo dangled a handful of my hair in front of my face and smirked. He waited for me to shriek, but when I didnt, he dropped the hair and brought his hand across my face with all of his strength, it hit me so hard that I fell out of my chair. I looked up at him and smiled. What the devil he choked out.
Amazing, she doesnt recognize pain, He helped me into my seat once more, and slid his hand down my shirt and touched my breasts. Or pleasure. What is she? Ugo asked and removed his hand.
She is inadequate. She is repulsive. She. Is not. Complete. Riccardo said, pausing between each word. Look at her, she is a disgrace! She soils our masters excellent name! She is not even a proper woman.
I am not complete. I said and looked at my reflection. I am not complete. I repeated in a firmer tone, and stood from my seat. I touched the mirror and banged my hand into it; shards of glass cut my fingers. I feel nothing. I said and examined the red fluid dripping out of each gaping wound. I brought my hand up to my mouth and licked the liquid off my hand, and said I taste nothing. I am not complete! I looked again at what remained of the mirror. I disgusted myself. I screamed at the top of my lungs and flung the chair at the already destroyed mirror. The boys stared and laughed. They exited the room and didnt look back. The man came back in the room and caressed me. He knew how to soothe me. I loathed those boys. I loved this man.