Blood... Gore... Pain... Agony...
That was all Chloe could pull from the hazy mess that was her mind. She tried to shift her arms, only to find them weighted down with chains. She tried to shift her legs, but it was the same scenario. A soft moan of pain left her dry, dry throat as she forced her head to look up. The girl had her back to a cold metal wall, one that had sockets in it for the chains that were clamped tightly around her wrists and ankles. Her body was on fire, the nerves screaming at her to make the pain stop but, of course, she could do nothing for it. Her hair was still matted with dried blood, the strands of caramel-brown hair glued together by her fluid life force. Another moan of pain came from her throat as a dull light flickered on and off in what looked to be her cell.
'Am I... in a prison...?' she thought hazily, blinking slowly as her eyes readjusted to the light. She remembered nothing of the journey she was forced to endure with her kidnapper, only the jarring pain that made her scream and scream and scream again until her kidnapper knocked her unconscious. Chloe looked around, her blue eyes scanning her surroundings only to realise that she wasn't in a prison. In fact, she was far from it. All around her, blood stained the walls and there was even a pile of bones in the corner of her "room". The metallic smell of the crimson fluids stained her nose and choked her, the stench forcing its way inside her throat and nose and forcing her to endure its presence. There were scratches all over the wall, she saw, and there were random and estranged marks bored into each dull-purple wall. None of them she could decipher, none of them made any sense.
Again, she tried to move her leg but yelped in pain then whimpering as she saw it was encased in a crude black metal. A cry of fear caught in her throat as she saw the metal, reaching forward a hand to touch it and recoiling at how cold it was - freezing. But her leg felt nothing of the temperature, strangely. The door to her cell was opened with an ear-piercing screeching and grinding of the door, the hinges clearly rusted as a figure walked in. Upon her first glance of the figure, Chloe thought that their silhouette was a human shape. And as they walked in further, she was certain it was a human. But it wasn't until the figure came into the dim lighting of the room did she see its true form. The 'figure' was in fact a giant, mechanical tiger of some form, its long teeth gnashing and snarling as a strange liquid drooled from them, dripping and puddling on the metal floor and mixing with the Briton's blood. A panicked cry left the girl's throat as the mechanical tiger leaned forward and picked her up with its teeth, grabbing ahold of her shirt and lifting her up and onto its back. The chains unclamped from her wrists and ankles and Chloe slumped forwards onto the big cat's back, panting out of fear, pain and exhaustion.
There was a bark of a command from another being in the room, ordering the big cat to take her elsewhere. Chloe barely reacted as the tiger moved out of the room, out of her prison, and down a long dark corridor with a larger figure following behind. The only sign she gave of being even remotely animate was a soft whimper of pain, tears flowing down her cheeks absently as she cried silently. Wherever she was, it most certainly wasn't friendly.
"Don't allow her to move, you imbecile!" a voice snapped, smacking its accomplice upside their head with a loud smack.
"I'm not, you old fool! I'm keeping her still!" the accomplice snarled, hissing at his master as he held the thrashing girl still, forcing her to lay back as large butcher-like knives came down from the ceiling on a mechanical arm.
"Now zhen, little girl, you shall be a good little girl and stay still, von't you?" the master surgeon said, stroking the Briton's cheek with a crooked metal finger, grinning maniacally as he brought down a knife and cut the girl open, exposing her glistening innards. A scream of agony and panic was muffled from her mouth as the accomplice clamped his hand over her mouth; he, too, was grinning like a maniac. The girl panicked and thrashed, screaming through the hand that was over her mouth in a vice, and threw her head back as the master surgeon set about doing his work. There was a soft hissing noise and a steady flow of smoke rising from her chest where the surgeon was soldering mechanical components into place. Such care was being taken even as their subject thrashed, the innards never being damaged despite how delicate they were at such an age. The girl was only 15 years old and, by the gods, she was putting up a valiant fight. But it wasn't enough to throw the surgeon off his task, because still he kept going.
Soon, after three hours of the subject screaming and screeching and thrashing in agony, the hissing stopped and the surgeon put away his knife and soldering tool and took a needle and thread, taking great care to sew the child's chest back up. The child whimpered in pain, panting from blood loss, and lay still on the bed as blood dripped from the knives suspended above her. The surgeon moved away as a large metal figure entered the room, his accomplice following swiftly as the robot approached. The two burning red eyes scorched with hatred as it came closer and closer to the child that lay limp on the bed before him.
"Is it done, human scum?"
"Yes, yes my lord it is done!" the human said, bowing crookedly as the warlord came closer. Hunger for power burned in the red optics as the metal mass knelt and set a claw on the child's scarred chest.
"Anything wrong with the subject?" it asked, almost softly as its claw caressed the child's cheek.
"Aside from amnesia, tissue-growth being set back and overall bodily maturing being nearly halted, nothing my lord." the surgeon reeled off smoothly, backing away from his master.
"And that means what, exactly? I think you are forgetting, scum, that I do not bury myself with learning how a pathetic flesh creature such as yourself works." the robot said coldly. The surgeon winced slightly, giving a nervous rattling laugh.
"Ah, but of course Lord Megatron! I do apologise. Allow me to explain..." he said, trailing off as a small beeping came from one of the monitors. He snarled and sorted the monitor out and the condition it was tracking before returning to Megatron's attention. "It simply means her body may not grow as much as other human girls of her age. So, while they go through many changes, she shall go through little. Her breasts may remain at the same state, her hips may not widen, and her ovaries and sexual organs may also remain the same."
"I see... Thank you, doctor. Get her back to her cell in one piece, we shall run the tests tomorrow." Megatron said, standing and leaving the room. Just before he left completely, he called back, "And make sure she is well fed and tidy, if the Autobots come to rescue her we must make it look as if nothing has been done to her."
"Yes, my lord..." the surgeon said before setting about his work, running about the abattoir-like laboratory to sort the test subject out.
