"Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb", unlocked the cell. The lock gave a satisfied click, and 'Get up brat,' Twiddle Dee yelled at me. Reluctantly I stood up, death staring at the fools who dare talked to me in such a rude manner. Truthfully I am not so good with good manners (hey no is perfect...don't judge), but hey! At least I try, by keeping all (okay...most) bad words/thoughts INSIDE my head. 'I usually have a day of rest after the experiments', I stated. 'What gives, my cuddly apes?' 'SHUT IT FUR BALL,' Twiddle Dumb spat out. 'Fur Ball, really, that's all he could come up with...and now you know why HE'S the "Dumb" one.' They both grabbed a wrist each with their grubby (possible unwashed for weeks) hands, and yanked me towards the "laboratory".
We entered the white laboratory, and as usual I was forced down on a metal bench. The cold touch of the metal made my frail body shiver. Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dumb strapped me down with leather straps (impossible to break, I tried...20 times), and left me to the doctors. The three doctors towered over me, examining every feline feature I now officially possessed. They muttered to each other, and two doctors went off to go get ready to begin the experience. I was left alone with the third doctor. He tried to scratch behind my ear; I hissed and jerked my head away. At first he looked slightly shocked, but quickly recomposed himself and chuckled darkly. 'Gosh, between those three...'I started in my head, before a shock of realisation hit me. 'Wait a second...there are only meant to be two, why is there a third doctor'.
I eyed the third doctor suspiciously. He was really tall, and like Madame Raven, he had wine coloured eyes with long black lashes. His black raven hair stood out on his pale skin, and a devious smirk was plastered on his face. If I was in a different position, I would have thought he was attractive...but since he was about to start jabbing needles into me, and was using me as a human (cat girl...?) guinea pig, he was pretty off setting. Also his aura was just like Madame Ravens, it was scary, evil, and not of this world.
He gazed down at me, aware of my confused stare. Slowly he bent down, his soft lip brushing against my ear. His velvet voice whispered, 'did you doubt I would come for you Kitten'. My eyes went wide...really wide; they felt like they were going to bludge out. 'OMG, THIS SH*T JUST GOT REAL.' I really want to scream that out loud...but I kept my bad thoughts inside my head.