A Hidden Past
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Chapter 3
When Shalimar woke it could've been days later for all she knew. She had a headache the size of Texas and her back hurt like there was no tomorrow, but for all Shal knew there might not be a tomorrow for her; they could kill her any day. Shalimar was then hit by a sudden wave of nausea, she rolled off the bed, her head swam and the room started spinning, Shalimar fell to her knees, coughed violently and threw up before collapsing completely and sinking back into the darkness.
Muffled voices filtered through the murky consciousness of Shalimar's brain, she opened her eyes to be dazzled by a bright light. She was dressed in a full length white top and matching trouser, bound to a table at the chest, waste and knees by some kind of restraints Shalimar had never seen before. Eckhart's face then swam into her vision.
"These, Miss Fox, are ectomorphic restraints they can be very draining. Just try to relax Miss Fox, because this is going to be very painful."
Shalimar didn't have time to ask any questions, even if she had, she probably wouldn't have been able to. The pain was excruciating, she didn't even know what was happening but every time she struggled the pain in her back was aggravated which made the pain of whatever they were doing even worse. She cried out until it became too much and black clouded her vision once again.
The cycle of abuse continued day after day, never ending. They performed tests and experimented on her. These experiments included what would bring out her feral side, what would subdue it, how fast can her body heal broken bones and internal bleeding, how far could she be pushed before the feral would take over and cause serious damage to one person, they extracted constant blood samples and spinal fluid and beaten daily.
Shalimar continued to fight back over the first two months, ending up in the flame room every time, just as Eckhart had promised. But she wasn't about to give up, not yet, she couldn't let them win, they hadn't broken her yet.
One day about two months in Shalimar had been placed in the observation room, with a small fire. Shalimar was completely focused on the fire and getting as far away as possible, her eyes wild and in complete feral mode all senses heightened to their most powerful. It was then, over the smells and sounds of the hospital that had become familiar a more familiar and disturbing smell reached her, one that invoked fear that nearly rivaled that of the fire. Nicholas Fox.
"Mr. Fox you have a very interesting daughter."
"Interesting? That in there is a freak, a less than human freak Mr. Eckhart, what exactly did you call me in for?"
"Well Mr. Fox we have some new research and we need your permission to carry it out on your daughter."
"I've already given you permission to do whatever you deem necessary to make her normal."
"Yes and we thank you for this opportunity but this procedure has a higher chance of mortality then anything we've previously talked about. We merely need your permission to continue."
"Of course you have it, what you need me to sign, I've read your reports Mr. Eckhart I am pleased with what you're doing, keep it up."
Shalimar couldn't believe what she was hearing, until now she hadn't believed her father was capable of letting these things happen to his own daughter, that maybe he was just ignorant of what was happening. There was no doubt that he was a class "A" creep but Shal never thought he'd go this far. Now she was broken.
TBC
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