Dean watched Darlina through the glass that worked as a window on their side and a mirror on her side. She was sleeping, dreaming the dreams they made her have by the help of drugs. She had no idea they were watching her and creating her. Even when she was awake, all she knew was that there was a mirror in her room, not how the other side looked. She knew all of them working there since they all interacted with her one way or another but she had no idea what was really going on.
"She's there. Start the vibrator," Sting said.
Dean turned his eyes away from her and looked at the monitor that showed her brain's activity. He knew what was happening. For so many years they had fed her drugs to make her kill people in her mind, and everytime she was taking someone else's life, the vibrating pants she was sleeping in, a sex toy she had no idea about, would start and she would cum. Murder and orgasm in one. Their deaths, her pleasure.
"Is it really necessary?" He looked at Sting. "She's gonna kill them no matter what. Why the orgasms?"
"So she'll connect killing someone with getting pleasure," Sting answered.
"But why?" Dean asked.
"So she's ready when we set her free," Sting answered.
"Set her free? You can't be serious. You're gonna throw her out in the world and then what? She was born in here. Born and raised in here by you nonetheless," Dean said.
"I don't need you to remind me, newcomer!" Sting admonished.
Newcomer. That was all Dean would ever be called until someone else would join them which was highly unlikely. Dean had worked in this place for ten years and the first nine of them he had no idea what secret experiment took place down in the back. No one knew unless they were part of it. He had worked with the open experiments. The experiments where people would get paid for whatever they willingly signed up for.
When he had been asked one year ago to join the team that worked with a secret experiment, an experiment known as Operation Darling, he had accepted. It had sounded interesting and important. He had no idea a child had been born and raised and fucking brainwashed all her life.
"She's waking up. Get ready with the voices," Sting said.
It was all so easy. Too easy. Speakers were hidden in the walls and the voices would talk to her and tell her things. Voices they all had to pretend not to hear. They were only in her head. Sting called them angels and told her to listen to them. The whole experiment was sick and twisted.
"You did so good."
"You were born to kill."
"It's not bad when it makes you feel good."
Sting smiled and nodded at the men in the room before walking out and into Darlina's room. She sat up on the bed and looked at him.
"Good morning, darling," he said.
"Good morning, father," she said.
"Did you sleep well?" He asked.
"The voices spoke to me again," she ignored his question and rubbed her temples. "I don't always like what they're saying."
"We've been over this before," he sat down and took her hand. "You must listen to them. You've been blessed with hearing angels talk directly to you. They'll never lead you astray."
If Dean hadn't signed a crazy contract that would put him behind bars for life or possibly become a locked away experiment himself if he ever talked, he would have blown the whistle on all of this. Sting was a sick man. He wasn't Darlina's father but he was the closest thing she had to one.
"How did my mother die?" She asked.
Dean narrowed his eyes. She had never questioned that. She never questioned anything they told her. And why would she? They were all she knew. She didn't even know the world outside these walls.
"She's dead. No need to get into that," Sting answered.
"But how?" She asked. "I wanna know."
"She died giving birth to you," he answered. "But you got me. You'll always have me. Am I not enough for you?"
Dean wanted to punch a hole in the glass in front of him. Her mother wasn't dead. She had been paid a decent amount of money to become pregnant, give birth, give up the child and disappear without any questions. Her real father was a man donating sperm for money too. None of them ever got to see the child or even know it was a girl. None of them cared about anything but the money.
"I'll have someone bring you breakfast and after that you'll need a shower. I got big news for you. Today your world is gonna change," Sting said.
"How?" She asked.
"You're moving into your own apartment," he answered.
Dean stared in shock. Was Sting really gonna move her out of there and out into the real world? She had lived there for 25 years. How on earth would she even survive on her own?
"Do I have to?" She asked.
"Don't worry, I'll visit as often as I can. I've already filled it with food and I'll come by whenever you need refills so you don't have to go out on your own. Just listen to the voices and follow them. They'll guide you through life," Sting answered and looked at the mirror in her room. "Now breakfast."
"I'm on it," Dean said even though Sting couldn't hear him through the glass.
He walked to the kitchen and fixed a bowl of corn flakes. The same boring breakfast every morning. When he entered her room, Sting was gone. She was still sitting on the bed, watching him enter.
"Hi Darlina," he put on his biggest smile. "You don't look too happy this morning."
"Father's making me move," she pulled her knees up and hugged them. "Can I tell you a secret, Dean?"
"Of course," he said.
"I'm scared," she said.
"Oh chipmunk," he sat down next to her and put an arm around her. "We're all scared in life. We all got these ideas and dreams and nothing ever turns out the way we planned it but we keep going with the flow because in the end, what else can we do? We survive, we live, we move on. You'll be alright."
She leaned her head down on his shoulder.
"I wish you could come with me. I know we haven't known each other for long but I like you more than the others," she said.
"We've known each other for a year. That's long in my book," he said.
"You're nothing like the others though. They ignore me or give me orders but you talk to me. You're always kind," she raised her head and smiled at him. "Will you come visit me in my apartment?"
"Sure," he said.
He had never lied to her before. He had bent the truth or talked his way out of things but this time he couldn't do that. He gave her a smile and left her to eat breakfast alone. He found Sting in the next room as expected.
"You know you can't visit her," Sting said.
"What else was I supposed to say? She's scared, Sting," Dean said. "Where are you moving her?"
"Don't worry about that. From tomorrow you'll start out with the open experiments again along with all the others. I'll be alone on her case from now on," Sting said.
"Just like that?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, just like that," Sting stared at him. "Why don't you go and write your final report and then go home?"
"Sure, I'll do that," Dean nodded. "One question though. The voices?"
"Already put up speakers and cameras in her apartment," Sting said.
"And her dreams? How are you gonna give her the drugs and monitor her each night?" Dean asked.
"I'm not," Sting smirked. "From now on if she wants pleasure, she'll have to seek it for real. The voices will tell her where to go and who to take down."
Dean's jaw dropped. So this had been the plan for all those years. Brainwash a child and then put fake pleasure in her night after night for years until she would go out and seek the real thing. They didn't need to train her to become a killing machine. Her mind would be so messed up that she would do anything to feel good.
"That's never gonna work," he said.
"That's the beauty of it," Sting chuckled. "We've messed her up so good that she won't be able to stop. She'll search for pleasure and she'll get more vicious trying to achive the one thing that won't come."
"It won't continue. At some point she'll stop when it never comes," Dean said.
"Not as long as the voices promise her a great outcome. And those voices will never leave her alone," Sting said.
Dean nodded and left the room. He had nothing more to say. He cursed the day he signed up for this experiment. Hell, he cursed the day Sting was put into this world. And he cursed the day he fell in love with Darlina. He wasn't sure the exact day he finally realized it had happened but it was within the first month of him working with her. Now he had worked with her for a year and no one knew. Nothing could ever come of his feelings. She wasn't a person registered or belonging out in the world. She belonged to Sting.
He sat down in his office and stared at the computer screen in front of him that had 16 small frames showing 16 different cameras in this part of the facility. He watched Darlina being escorted out of the room and then he watched her enter the shower. He turned his eyes away, not wanting to creep on her naked body, and he started on his report. His final report. She was leaving soon and he would never see her again.
"Don't do it, Dean," he whispered to himself as the thought gnawed further into his brain. "You're gonna get yourself into trouble."
Trouble was worth it though. He finished his report quickly and then wrote his resignation letter and e-mailed it. This secret experiment had paid well enough for him to survive and live a normal life.
He watched the screens as Sting picked her up. She was dressed in a rosewood pink babydoll dress that looked good with her chocolate brown hair hanging down. He wished he could see her jade green eyes on the small screen. With that thought and mental image on his mind, he stood up and walked out of the facility and into his car.
He waited until Sting and Darlina came walking out. She blinked at the sun, clearly confused about seeing it for the first time. Inside they had special lamps and vitamins to make sure her body got what it needed but this was a first time for her. The entire real world would be nothing but first times for her.
"God damn it, Sting, couldn't you at least have warned her?" Dean growled.
She stared at the cars, not having a clue what they were. Sting got her into his car and she looked scared when he started the engine and drove away. Dean started his own car and followed behind. Sting didn't want to tell anyone where her apartment was but Dean wasn't giving his boss a choice. He would follow and find out, and he would watch her as much as he could. Like a stalker although he saw himself more like a protector. Her protector. Sting was putting her in danger on purpose and Dean would do whatever he could to save her.
