Emma panted. She lifted her shirt to see bruises appearing on her waist. She touched one, and grimaced in pain. She hoped none of her ribs were broken. After a minute, the elevator doors opened. Emma carefully stepped out into a dark, dirty room. There were stretchers all over.
"A girl? I'll be damned." A male voice said.
Emma looked up. Several feet to her right was a thin man with a bald scalp but long grey hair. He was shirtless but wore a leather smock. He stepped towards her. Emma shot back to the other side of the room.
"My poor dear, you must be so frightened. With this outbreak and all. Not to worry, Dr. Trager will take care of you." He said, inching forward.
Emma was still apprehensive, but let him approach. He was about a foot away when Emma said, "Stop there."
He obeyed, "You seem too young to be a worker here, and we haven't had a women's unit in ages. Who are you?"
"I'm ... I'm Emma. My mother is Dr. Roberta Maison."
"Maison. That bitch. Is she the one who brought you here?"
"She wanted to make me a patient here. She said something about a woman being a better subject because of the fear she would have. What is talking about? Why is this place so… terrible? What happened here?"
"You ask a lot of questions." Dr. Trager said, "Why don't we patch you up first?"
Emma noticed she was holding her side. She let it go.
"I'm fine." She said quickly.
"Ok, let's just talk then. But first, wouldn't you like to take a seat? It would be more comfortable for you." Trager said as he motioned towards one of the stretchers.
Emma looked at them. She was in pain. Maybe sitting would help. She walked towards one of the stretchers and lifted herself onto it, masking her pain as she did so. She looked at Trager, who had taken a few steps closer.
"You want to know about what's really going on at Mount Massive, yes? Well, I can tell you all about it. I used to work here you see. But I was about to expose them for their wrongdoings, so they locked me up here."
"What did they do?" She asked.
"I don't know for sure, but there was something called the Walrider project. This experiment needs the subjects to be in a constant state of fear and anxiety, which is why this horrible situation was created. To incite fear, terror, madness."
"That's...evil. Mom was a part of all this?"
"She's one of the one's who conceived it."
Emma felt sick. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. She doubled over. Trager ran over to her.
"Let me take a look." He said as he moved her arms to the side and lifted her shirt slightly. Her waist was bruised all over, now darker than they were before. He pressed into one. Emma let out a gasp.
"Guess that hurt, didn't it." He said, as he placed one hand by her thigh.
"Do you think anything's broken, doctor?" She asked.
"Oh, I wouldn't know. I'm only a doctor here see. Out in the real world, I'm a businessman. Well was anyway." Trager said as he held her wrist. "Though I've become a rather excellent amateur surgeon. It takes a lot of skill in with your fingers. Would you like me to show you?"
Trager grabbed her genitalia, keeping Emma in place even though she jumped up.
"Mm, you wear underwear? A shame. We'll have to fix that."
Trager tried to pull off her underwear when Emma hit him on the head with her free hand. He let her go, and Emma kicked him in the stomach. He was sent toppling back, as Emma jumped off the stretcher, causing it to crash to the ground. She ran. She got a few feet when something pulled at her ankle, causing her to lose her balance and fall to the ground. She felt Trager pull himself on top of her. He pushed her face into the ground as he pushed his waist into her buttocks.
"You little bitch. Just like your mother. Well if I can't ravage the senior, I'll take Junior here."
He pushed himself off for a second to turn her around. Emma took her chance, and shot herself out from under him. Trager tried to grab her, but she kicked him in the face as she stood up. She ran across the room into a dumbwaiter. She quickly lowered herself down onto the floor below. She launched herself out of the dumbwaiter. As soon as she got out, the dumbwaiter was pulled up. A moment later, she heard Trager yell,
"God damnit!"
Emma worried that he would lower himself down and come after her. She decided not to wait and find out. She ran out of the room as fast as she could. She looked behind her to see if he had followed her. Before she could look in front of her again, she bumped into something. She looked to see three tall men looking down at her. She stepped back away from them. Before she could get far, the one in the middle grabbed her wrist.
"So soft… so smooth" He said. The other two men began to feel her arm, and repeat the words 'smooth', 'soft', and 'silky' over and over. Emma tried to pull away, but the men held tightly onto her. They began to work their way up her arm, feeling her chest and shoulders. She tried to punch one with her free arm, but he grabbed it and held it close to him.
Suddenly, two of the men grabbed her wrists and pulled her to the floor. Her head landed with a thud. Then the free one straddled her. He pulled down his pants to reveal his erect penis. He stroked it gently, as he stared greedily at Emma. He parted her legs and ripped off her underwear. Emma screamed, but the man did not stop.