December 31th, 2010;
Somewhere in United Kingdom
Five days before escaping
The woman was strapped and chained down to an operating table so she wouldn't stand and attack the Grimm. Blood and gore was splattered all along the red-stained white walls and floor. This was the Grimm's favourite place, his 'laboratory'. If anyone knew of the Grimm's experiments, they would call them cruel and vile but few would side with the demonic Grimm. It's surprising that anyone would find it okay, let alone any Wesen. The woman watched the Grimm cautiously, trying to figure out what experiments he's planning today. The Grimm smiled at the chained woman, "This will be your last day of pain, my dear," The Grimm licked his lips and continued talking "The last day of pain and you'll work with me, doesn't that sound exiting?" The woman frowned, wondering if the Grimm actually trusted her so much as to let her walk around the building without escorts. The Grimm turned his back onto the young woman and picked up a syringe filled with a purple tinted liquid, inspected it, and began to talk again, "You don't trust me? Do you?" He spoke in hushed tones. "Why don't you trust me after all I've done for you?" The Grimm stood there for a moment, as if he were waiting for an answer, and then chuckled, "Permission to talk." The woman shifted her weight and her frown growing deeper as she though about what she was going to say. The Grimm turned to look at her and tilted his head, as if though to say 'Aren't you going to talk?' The young woman rolled her eyes and spoke. "I hope you don't take offence to this but you currently look like a child or maybe even a dog being teased with its favourite toy," her voice was dry and hoarse with lack of use but her heavy Welsh accent was still loud and ridiculously unmistakable. "Actually maybe I do hope you take offence." The Grimm's guards stood up and took one step towards the woman but the Grimm stopped them with a hand. They stepped back and reluctantly sat back down, both with a murderous gleam in their eyes. The Grimm turned to look at the woman, annoyance visible on his scarred face, and took a step towards her. He stuck the needle in the woman's arm and inserted the purple liquid into the woman's blood stream and smiled grimly. The woman was confused as to what the liquid was, but she soon forgot and lost track of time as the Grimm continued his work, his experiments, on the woman.
All she remembers is pain.