A few of the doctors advancedat William's orderand quickly dressed me in what seemed like pale blue hospital scrubs. They slipped the loose shirt over my head and all I could do was lift my arms and help them clothe me, much like when a mother puts clothes onto her toddler. The baby can't put the clothes on by himself, but he'll be more than happy to help.

My hair was loose and lank over my shoulders, and I was exhausted, but as I was trapped within the confines of my own mind, I could do nothing but follow the simple commandsgiven tome. I stood when I was told and began walking when the order was given. I was a puppet, a little robot- I saw the satisfaction of all the doctors in the larger room when they witnessed my unquestioning obedience.

I was taken to a small, cold room. It took me nearly a full minute to realize that it had been the room I was given when my father and I had first arrived at the base in Alkali Lake. How long ago had that been? The room was Spartan, with only a narrow bed near a metal table and chair in the corner- the only light came from the ceiling, there was no window.

William Stryker's hand had been resting on the small of my back as he led me into the room. I wanted to turn around and slap him, but as it would remain for years to come, my body was no longer under my control. I could feel a spot on the back of my neck; it felt uncomfortably warm there, as if I'd been burned. William led me inside and closed the door behind us, then turned me around so that I could face him.

His hands rested on my shoulders, and moved down to my upper arms, he was handling me very gently, his hands moving over my skin in a near caress.

"You did very well, Yuriko. Better than I'd expected. I can see that you'll have many uses in the near future," he moved his hands up to my shoulders again, but they did not stop there. I felt his fingertips graze over my collarbones and the sides of my neck before he trailed his hands over my body. He paused only a moment to rest his hands on my breasts before moving lower to circle his arms around my waist.

I was terrified, in my mind I was screaming for him to release me from his hands, to release my newly passive brain from his control, but I couldn't do anything! I was terrified- no man had ever touched me, and here I was being held under his thumb, more helpless than a newborn.

At least a newborn has the luxury to scream.

Stryker was looking at me hungrily, and I could imagine what he was thinking: Do I have enough time to have my way with her before anyone comes looking for me?

He continued rubbing me for several more minutes; he put his face close to mine and I felt his rough stubble scratch my cheek, I heard him inhale when he put his face to my hair and his hands smoothed over my back. I felt sick, but before I knew it, he'd left the room, with the door locked behind him.

I stood there in the small room, alone and terrified. I was trapped in so many ways it was unbelievable. Trapped within my own body, trapped in a remote military base, trapped in a foreign country…though the drugs he'd given me did not allow me to cry, they could not restrain the tears that were suddenly pouring from my eyes.

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I was left in the room for a few hours, at least I think it was that long, but I can't be sure one way or another. There was no timepiece in the room, you see. It was a long enough time, however, that the drug- whatever it was- began to wear off. I felt my mind grow a little stronger, but I think William had taken special precautions against me, because it seemed that as my mind grew clearer, my body became weaker.

I first noticed that my hands began to shake, the way they do after going too many hours without a bite to eat. My stomach felt as though it had been filled with lead, and my knees began to buckle. I sat down heavily on the edge to the bed, and I nearly pitched forward and fell on the floor. I felt too weak to sit up, so I laid down on my side.

The ache I'd felt in my stomach began to spread throughout the rest of my body, twisting and burning its way through me. I wanted to cry out from the pain, but I was terrified of making any noise. I worried that if I made any sound, William would come back and do something terrible to me.

I bit down as hard as I could on the inside of my cheek, on my lips and tongue- it wasn't as if I would actually hurt myself in doing so. That thought hit me- I shared the same mutation with Logan, that crazed thing that had killed so many and escaped the base.

He had been implanted with the adamantium claws and then turned into nothing less than a killing machine…what had they done to me…?

I lifted my hands and touched in between my fingers, where Logan's claws were hidden. They actually withdrew into his forearms, and then emerged from his hands by surging forward through the skin of his hands. Is that what they've done to me? Turned me into a metal-clawed monster? Was I meant to be a killer for William?

The burning pain of my body was suddenly replaced with ice-cold rage and terror. My fingers didn't have nails anymore, these…things…. metal was emerging from the tips of my fingers…

I tapped my nails together and heard the sound of scraping metal. "Oh, William, what have you done to me…?"

My voice sounded as cold and empty as my heart felt in that moment. I was gone, Yuriko had fled the scene of doom that my life had so suddenly become. I looked down at my hands again, and wondered how much blood I would spill with them before my life came to its end.

I concentrated and felt it happen. Like some odd thing moving inside of me, I felt the adamantium shift inside of my arm, and watched in a fascinated horror as the evil things began to grow from my fingers. In a mere few seconds, a long dagger of adamantium had emerged from my fingertips.

The emerging metal did not hurt, it was strange, not painful. I looked closer and saw that the metal claws were meant to telescope out of me- they were not single blades, as poor Logan's claws had been designed, but interlocking metal joints.

There was a mirror on the wall behind the little metal table and I stumbled over to it, careful not to cut myself with my own claws. I shoved the table out of my way and looked at myself, desperate to find a trace of Yuriko, the girl I'd once been, but she had left me, she was hiding behind a clawed, blue-eyed monster.

I concentrated again and the claws retracted. It became easier after a few more tries and I wondered briefly if William had just provided me with the means to escape from the base. I had an advanced healing factor as my genetic mutation- that's what father had called my special gift. I could heal very quickly, and now William had bestowed upon me indestructible claws.

I would never kill for him, but I would gladly kill for my father. The next moment I saw William Stryker, I would relish in his death.