Emily had been there for what she thought was close to a week. And in that week, she had been shocked at least twice a day. She had seen the Soldier 3 times during the week, despite them being forced into the same room, she rarely seen him.
And when she did see him, she cowered in the corner of her side. She watched him apprehensively, wondering if he would end up hurting her. She knew he hurt others, the blood on his hands and clothes was enough evidence, and she wondered if she would be next.
But he never touched her. He barely looked at her. He would glance over her way, his blue eyes narrowed in her direction, but he wouldn't do anything.
In the little time she spent with him, she had barely spoken to him; either being too afraid or knowing he wouldn't say anything. She wondered if maybe she should make an effort, but she still didn't know why she was being locked in a room with him.
Maybe this was some kind of test. Maybe it was to see how long he could go living with her. Maybe in 2 days time he would snap and kill her.
The thought sent chills down Emily's spine. She may not have remembered much of anything, but the thought of dying, and by his metal hand, sent more fear through her than her captors ever could.
"Subject 4. Stand by the door." Emily frowned and got off her old, worn out mattress and bit her lip.
If they were taking her somewhere, again, she would have to have this god awful, thin wire-like choker placed around her neck. It would give her shocks if she stepped out of line. It would give her shocks if she looked at anyone wrong. It would give shocks if her captors were in a bad mood.
"Subject 4, arms at your sides. Do not move until you are told to." Emily licked her lips and hesitantly dropped her arms to her sides. She stood rigid, waiting.
Even as the doors opened, and two armed guards stood in front of her, she stood rigid. It was only when they reached out and grabbed her arms, nails digging into the bend at her elbows, did she move.
"Got a special treat for you, bitch. Got something that you'll love to see." Fear struck her. What the hell could they have in mind? What else could they do to her?
"Not saying much? Cat got your pretty little tongue?" The man to her left, moved his hand from her arm to her cheeks. He squeezed her cheeks to the point it caused pain, and smirked down at her.
The man's already dark eyes looked black as he looked her over. His eyes fell from her head down her neck and to her breasts. She could feel his heavy gaze on her and she wanted nothing more than to wrap her arms around herself and hide.
"Pretty little thing. Maybe when I'm feeling a little lonely, I'll come pay you a visit. Hmm? Would you like that?" His hand left her cheeks and moved down her face, stopping at her neck.
She cried out and jerked as his large hand wrapped around her neck and squeezed just enough to cause pain, but not enough to cut off air flow.
"You're a frigid bitch aren't you? I can change that. One night with me and you'll be changed." She could tell by the look in his eyes that this man had nothing but ill will in store for her.
All of the people she interacted with caused her harm, but this man, something was different. It was like the harm she was receiving wasn't enough. It was like the pain from the shocks she got, wasn't enough for him.
"Bring her in." The hand around her neck fell. The man grabbed her arm again and yanked.
The room they took her to, was monstrous compared to the room she was sleeping in. It was more than triple the size, and the walls and roof were easily 15 feet.
Emily's eyes wandered the room. Two metals doors were in the room. One behind her and one at the other end of the room, both had two armed guards with large guns. She noted the lack of windows, making the room seem eery.
Her eyes left the armed guards and fell on the machine in the centre of the room. The machine was made of a chair with arm and leg restraints, attached to a computer. Few people in the room were fidgeting with the machine, tweaking here and there and once they stepped back, she heard the loudspeaker.
"Bring him in." The doors at the end of the room opened. Emily pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and chewed on it.
The Soldier, the man she barely spoke to, was being escorted by an even larger number of guards, with more guns. They were keeping their eyes on him, almost as if any sudden movement would warrant using a gun.
"Put him in the chair. Strap him in and scramble his brain." Emily was horrified when he was forced to sit and then have the straps attached to his arms and legs.
"What're you doing? What're you doing to him?" The man that she had only seen maybe 3 times during the week, didn't struggle. He sat there, hand clenched and jaw locked.
His blue eyes were, again, narrowed. But he said nothing. He just glared at anyone close to him. But he never spoke.
"Failure is not an option." The machine started up and before the men in the lab coats did anything, a piece was shoved into his mouth.
"You failed." The machine started and whirred loudly. She kept her eyes glued on the man, and waited. It only took a few seconds and then the shocking began. Or at least she thought it was shocking.
Whatever had happened, was making him pull against the restraints. She could see him arching his back and screaming into the mouthpiece he had. His veins were bulging and he shut his eyes, but his screams didn't stop.
"What're you doing to him! Stop! Stop! You're hurting him!" She didn't know why she was here watching this, but it made her feel sick.
"He failed." She turned away from his screams and faced one of the men that brought her here.
"Stop it! He's in pain! Stop it!" The feeling of her own body getting shocked, the memory of it, was conflicting with her screaming at this guard.
Why was she defending him? She barely spoke to him. She shouldn't be screaming at the guard to stop the shocks.
But the screams and the shocks, the man strapped to the chair, it all made her feel sick. It made her feel like she needed to defend him. She may not have talked to him, at all really, but he was the only one here who didn't hurt her.
"Leave him alone! Stop it! He's in pain! You have to stop this!" She raised her fist to attack the man closests to her, but he grabbed her wrist and squeezed.
"Shut up, bitch." The man squeezing her wrist, twisted her arm behind her back. Emily cried out as he shoved her to her knees.
"He failed." She could hear his screams filling her ears. It gave her chills down to her bones and no mater how hard she tried, she couldn't tune it out.
"That's enough. Take him off the machine." The machine dies suddenly but she could still hear his screams in her mind.
"This is what happens when he fails. This is what will happen every time he fails. Every time he fails, you get to come here and enjoy the show. Every time he fails, you get to hear his screams." Emily clamped her eyes shut. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to hear or see this.
"Why? Why do I have to be here? I don't want o bebhere!" The tears started to hit her. She felt the emotions she had building, hit her.
"Shut up!" She was pushed further to the ground, her knees giving up. She fell to her stomach and had no time to move before she got a sharp kick to the ribs.
"Stop! Please! I'm sorry! I won't ask again! Please stop!" Pain. She felt so much pain, different than the shocks she got. This was much different.
"You don't get to ask questions!" She curled into a ball and covered her head with her arms. The man gave her another sharp kick and then, along with the other guard from before, they dragged her up.
She didn't resist them dragging her away from the hellish room. She let them drag her. She was too weak to resist, in too much pain.
"This has been fun, hasn't it?" The door opened and she was shoved inside. Like most days when they took her away and shoved back inside this room, she fell.
She didn't move. She lay there on the cold ground, she body aching all over. The pain was sharp and constant. It hadn't faded yet.
"Broke my ribs. Or at least bruised them." She inhaled and hissed. Every time she breathed as felt pain all over again, and it made her eyes water and her throat tighten.
"Please God, help me."
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