Bloody Ponds
WARNING: Though this chapter basically explains why the protagonist in this story changes... drastically, it also expresses some severely explicit, violent and gory content, so you know if you're old enough to read it, or want to either way, by all means— go right ahead.
This chapter is my original version, though, just a forewarning, it is very detailed... and quite frankly, after having re-read it myself it is pretty nasty as it's not exactly a 'love' scene, and it has NOTHING romantic about it.
I'll just put it out there— it's a rape scene. Putting that aside, I hope you... like the chapter?
If you want to read the 'clean' version of this chapter, you can read it in either one of me Quotev or Wattpad publications. If you want to skip that, just scroll all the way down, where you'll find the links to that posted chapter.
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When she came around a while later, her consciousness seeped in slowly as her head pounded. Her eyes opened as her senses began to come into focus, only to widen in horror as she took stock of her situation.
She was hanging naked by her arms, which were secured with heavy chains from a large wooden beam in the ceiling, her lengthened hair tied back into, possibly, the messiest pony-tail in existence. She had a long, thick piece of cloth wrapped around her mouth, gagging her.
Panic overtook her, and Ayden began to scream into the gag as she struggled wildly yanking her arms against the restraints, tears beginning to pour from her eyes. Movement, however, was impossible. Escape impossible. Ayden struggled futilely until exhaustion forced her to stop. Breathing heavily, sweat and a tad bit of blood dripping from her body, she began to focus on her surroundings.
She could not see much of the room around her since there was only a small light above her head allowing her to see only a few feet beyond where she stood. Mostly, her currently bad sight was due to the tears accumulated in her eyes.
Shiver.
The room was cold and silent, and no light seeped into it from outside, nor could she see the walls to the room from where she stood.
However, she could smell blood, and she knew for certain it was not the one drying on her skin, which was her own, mixed with the one of the Russian man's she had killed earlier. She had to squeeze her eyes for a moment as she fought the burning sensation in her throat, which had only been increasing since she'd landed on the island.
Ayden stood on the balls of her feet as she struggled to relieve the pressure mounting in her wrists and shoulders. She was tied with her arms pulled above her head, her wrists held with a rope that bit into her skin, secured to a chain hanging from the ceiling. Her ankles cramped painfully as the rope holding her wrists forced her to stand on the balls of her feet to maintain contact with the floor. Her legs were left unbound, but the small bit of freedom would do her little relief with her arms tied as they were. The gag, however, that had been stuffed into her mouth was still firmly lodged between her teeth, causing more discomfort and helplessness. The gag, though being a piece of cloth, somehow bit deeply into the sides of her mouth and her jaw began cramping painfully.
As the minutes passed, Ayden searched her memory for an answer as to how she got here. She remembered escaping the burning building, then killing a few other enemy soldiers before going up a ladder while speaking with Roth over the walkie-talkie. She remembered reaching the top of the cliff, then being knocked out, reuniting with Elena and Damian, only to be taken away, then wake up a few days later to officially meet Rosalie Bains. Beyond that, however, her memory was blank.
Again, tears began to flow down her cheeks; tears of frustration, pain, and fear. Suddenly, she heard a slightly familiar disembodied male voice coming from the darkness.
"Captain Ayden Jaubert..."
Her brows furrowed. How did that person know her name?
"Nineteen years old..."
Since the birth of the Feral Force, Ayden had fallen into the habit of being a smart mouth when she confronted her enemies. And, being the smart mouth she now was, she was so tempted to correct the stranger and tell him that she was really sixteen, but the gag in her mouth and the coolness of the atmosphere only reminded her of her situation and blanked her mind, tensing her whole body.
"One hundred and fifteen pounds, five feet and eight inches tall, firm size C breasts, brown hair... strange tricolor eyes— a mix of blue, purple, and brown."
Hearing this, Ayden began to squirm again, low whimpers emitting from her gagged mouth.
The voice continued. "Subject retrieved just a few days ago from a cliff on the Island of Yamatai. Healing ability has been tested; right eye was stabbed; Subject can still see. Resistance against her newly created weakness is still in effect. She has only just recently awoken and has no idea what is in store for her. She will be tortured, broken and rebuilt to accept her new role in life; the soul of the Solarii, and the fist of the Typhon Assembly, a reformed Al-Qaeda."
At that moment, the entire room was lit with several bright lights, revealing to Ayden, for the first time, that she was in a room about twenty feet square with solid stone walls and bare dirt floor. It looked like a dungeon cell. The light was bright and Ayden was forced to shut her eyes to shield them, but even when opened she saw only a blur through her desperate, tearful eyes.
After hearing the voice again, which, now that she thought about it, was really familiar, she burst into desperate, yet futile struggling. Every muscle in her body flexed against the restraints. All the while Ayden let out long shrill wails into the gag, which succeeded in keeping even her desperate cries for mercy restrained and helpless. Oblivious to, or encouraged by her struggles, Ayden could not tell which, the voice continued to narrate about what was about to happen to her.
"The life and identity that you once knew are over," he said quietly. Ayden twitched, pulling slightly on her wrists causing a sharp pain in return as the ropes dug deeper. Continuing, the voice said, "you have been taken from your former life, and will never be allowed to return to it. Now we will take from you your very identity, destroying forever the person that you were, and creating in her place a submissive, obedient weapon. We will begin your transformation by teaching you to answer to your new name."
"From now on you will only answer to your new name, Aliema." He spoke the words as if he had said them hundreds of times. It was familiar to his tongue.
Ayden recoiled in fear, pulling to get free while screaming through the gag; she might've been scared, but she was more than angry. They had no right to do this to her, or to anyone for that matter.
"Go to hell!" Ayden screamed these words and many others like them, but only she could hear them, for the gag transformed her words into unrecognizable and meaningless sounds.
Ayden jumped and let out a small yelp through the gag as she saw the large metal door in front her swing open and Dr. Blake walk in; he was the one who had been talking, through an intercom, and undoubtedly recording himself through that small recorder in his hand. He was then followed by two more men, with one of them carrying a long slender box. Ayden watched as the first man walked up to her and stopped, just three feet from where she hung helplessly. He then lifted into Ayden's view a long leather whip.
At that moment, Ayden caught in the face of her tormentor something that chilled her to the bone. In his face, she could see that even though her words were muffled he knew full well what she was saying and what she really wanted. He had heard it before, hundreds of times, and it only made him all the more insane as he thirsted for this kind of reaction from all his experiments.
No. Not all of them. Ayden began to believe that she was the first one to go through this, and, perhaps she was right.
Hopelessness began to settle on her now as she came to grips with the reality that this was going to happen, and she was powerless to stop it. To Ayden's surprise, Dr. Blake began removing her gag by unfastening it from behind her head and removed the cloth that had been lodged between her teeth for hours. As soon as the gag was removed, Ayden took on a different approach; she was hung naked in front of many men, and that could only mean one thing, but, for her own sake, she wanted to know that they weren't only doing it because they were perverted psychos, that would just make her feel more ashamed of her defeat.
Letting out a ragged breath, she croaked, "Why are you doing this?"
"Don't you mean to ask what I'm planning?" Ayden didn't even have the strength to glare at him, though it was clear she wanted to. "Your DNA is still unreproducible, but breeding it has not been tested."
Her eyes widened in terror as she realized what he was implying.
"However, I thought I should be a little... 'nicer' to my companions, and let them have their fun throughout this test."
Ayden was unable to utter a word as she became paralyzed with fear and shock. She simply froze in place, unsure of what to do. That was when the whip fell, streaming across her chest from the top of her right breast up over her shoulder, and finally resting its savage momentum on her shoulder blade. Pain swelled across her chest and, now, perfectly audible cries were let loose from her now unfettered mouth.
She winced in pain, but then another fell upon her, this time across her torso. This was followed by another, then three more after that, in rapid succession. The whip fell across her breasts, thighs and then two more dealt punishment to her rear. The whip continued to fall across her body, never striking in the same place twice. Her chest, back, thighs and buttocks— all felt the punishment. The whip continued to fall against her bare and unprotected skin, its target area alternating at random.
Finally, unable to take it any longer and nearly out of breath from screaming in pain, Ayden let out in a raspy exhausted voice, "Stop... please."
"I'm afraid that can't happen. As I told you before, it's for the advancement of science."
This time, she managed to muster up a glare in his direction, from under her thick, slightly tangled lashes. "You're... insane..."
He gave her a smirk. "I see it more as passion for science."
"Well, you got a weird way of being passionate about somethin'," she couldn't help but retort with a bit of attitude, albeit the whips still slapping against her weakened body.
That made them all chuckle. "That's the way it is with men of science."
She couldn't reply anymore; she let her head fall limp, her body dangling from her wrists.
"Aliema, would you like to siphon a phallus?" he asked nonchalantly.
He stood, waiting for her response. Ayden hung there again, not sure how to answer; she didn't even know what those words he said meant; then again, he was a scientist, a man of his vocabulary. However, the way he was looking at her, the edge in his tone— it was enough to let her know what he was talking about, and that only made her more nervous as she thought how to answer. She knew what answer he wanted, but the question was being asked to her, and when she was asked a question, she was honest.
"No," she replied bluntly. "I don't want to... whatever a... whatever."
The man holding the whip did not even react; he didn't even move. Instead, Ayden felt something press against for right buttock then a searing jolt of electricity shooting through her body. Her whole body shook and quivered from the jolt. She realized that one of the two men standing behind her that she had almost completely forgotten about must have shocked her with some kind of electrical device.
Ayden screamed in pain and horror as she felt the device again press against her skin. She screamed and kicked her legs, twisting and turning, trying to escape it. Finally, the shock subsided, but the pain remained as the wound burned and throbbed, healing at an agonizingly slow pace. Tears flowed down her face, soaking her face and chest.
"Stop! Please, just stop... I'll... whatever that whatever you said. But, please just stop— it burns!" Ayden cried out.
Dr. Blake looked at her, "Do you want to be fucked with all of your holes being used?"
Her eyes widened at, not only the change in vocabulary but the fact that he was even asking her that.
Did he not see the tears streaming down her face?!
She soon found herself even freezing in shock as the painful device was pressed, once again, onto her skin. This time into her left buttock. Fresh agony shot through her body. Her throat, hoarse from screaming, emitted another shriek as she felt the electrical shock tear through her body.
"It's a cattle prod. And we can be here all day until you tell me what I want to hear," the man standing in front of her finally spoke.
"Fine! Yes! Just stop!" Ayden let out the words as if held in against some enormous pressure. She didn't care, she just wanted the pain to stop. She sobbed uncontrollably and a wave of pure exhaustion fell over her as she gasped for breath.
"Do you want all of your holes used?" the man asked.
"Honestly no," she blurted out, her body instantly tensing when she felt the hot cattle prod approaching her skin. "Sorry! Look, I can act for a school play, but don't ask me to lie about somethin' like this. You're asking me a question, and I'm being honest, okay?! I don't want to be raped, man! I was freakin' saving myself for marriage!"
Blake chuckled, shaking his head. "Science is what shapes life, girl. Not marriage." He turned his back to her and his men and walked toward the door. "Make sure you do as planned," he instructed his men who all gave a synchronized nod.
And he continued toward the door.
And he planned to leave her there alone.
With God knows how many men— no, wait! There's three.
Okay, he planned to leave her with three of his men... but still!
"I just told you I don't wanna be raped!" she exclaimed herself, looking after him in disbelief.
He reached the door and turned, giving her a sadistic smile. "And you should know by now that your opinion is no longer valid on this island." He opened the door and, from where she stood, she could see two other men waiting there. "Come on," she heard him tell them. "We've got a gorgeous tall blonde waiting to be checked up."
She knew who he was talking about, but she was too out of it to even say or do anything about it, and she barely felt the cold misty spray that hit her face just below her nostrils. Within moments, Ayden felt her consciousness slip away from her and darkness fell around her as her eyelids closed off the light in the room.
Rosalie laid on a test bed, in a dark room. She opened her eyes and looked around; there was an empty bag of blood on an IV stand, lamps. She looked very weak; she was. She glanced at one end of the room and saw a staircase, where Dr. Blake was walking down, followed by one tall, rough-looking man, and a smaller one who was wearing a lab coat much like Dr. Blake wore himself.
"Subject 94293 appears conscious."
Rosalie snapped her attention from where it'd been locked on the staircase and looked at the mad scientist who was already looking down at her.
"Where am I?" she asked weakly. "What did you do with Ayden? And those two other prisoners?"
"That is none of your concern at the moment," Dr. Blake replied curtly.
She frowned and looked around, her frown deepening when she saw a big dialysis machine. "What is that thing?" She tried to get loose, but with no success. "What are you doing to me?"
"94293 resume prep for blood dialysis." He put a mask over Rosalie. "Count from 10. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5..."
And she fell asleep.
Ayden awoke, laying on her back, on a hard metal platform inside a cell. She was still naked and her arms were bound painfully across her chest. With her left wrist being tied to the right side of the table and her right wrist tied to the left. Her shoulders burned with the pain of being stretched to the extreme and it prevented her from moving even a tiny bit without great pain. Her legs were tied to the sides of the table-hard bunk by her ankles, leaving her spread and exposed.
The gag was also back in her mouth.
When she first awoke and tried to sit up, in addition to her arms and legs being secured, there was another strap across her chest just below her breasts holding her flat on the table. She could not tell how long she had been locked in this room, which had no windows and no light.
She laid in total darkness.
She awoke a while ago and found herself there. Her body still stung and throbbed from the whip, her eye still hurt from having been stabbed, and her side, where the spiked metal bar had pierced through when she'd fallen from her cocoon in the cavern on her first day on the island, hadn't healed yet, nor had the stupid doctor done anything to heal it. Every part of her body ached from her earlier tortures as well as the uncomfortable position she was stuck in for what had to be hours at least.
Tears had fallen steadily since she woke up, but her dehydrated body had run out of tears. Now, she laid there wondering why she hadn't tried to escape yet... but, then she remembered how they'd overdosed her with that sedative that was still unknown to her. She winced as she sighed in defeat. Something horrible was about to happen to her— much more horrible than any torture she had gone through. And once they began, there would be no going back. Once they began, no matter how much she'd beg for mercy, she knew they wouldn't give it to her, not even out of pity.
Game over.
Those two words echoed in her mind and never stopped mocking her, not even when they finally came for her. Ayden had no idea how long she had waited, but all she knew was that it was far too long. She was un-gagged, then released from the bunk and had her arms secured behind her back in the next second before she was led by two men, different than the ones from before, into another room that had a metal table with a padded top set in the middle of it.
The table had four legs with support bars connecting all four of the legs a few inches from the ground. As she was lead closer to the table, Ayden could tell it was exactly waist height to her and she soon found out why. She was bent over the table lengthwise and her arms, released then, were pulled over the other side of the table and bound with several thick cable ties to one of the support bars near the floor. Ayden didn't struggle much as they bound her. She knew these men would easily overpower her if she tried to escape, especially in the state she was. She kept hoping her super soldier strength would miraculously return and enable her to run away, but that was seemingly not happening any time soon.
Her legs were spread and tied to each table leg at the ankle. The table was just long enough that, bent over at the waist, her head stuck out over the other end. She was now painfully stretched over the length of the table, completely nude, her bare breasts pressed into the cold vinyl that began to warm up from the heat of her body. She was totally exposed.
Finally, one of the men spoke.
"You begged to be fucked, and now you'll get what you asked for."
Ayden tensed as he spoke. She was not surprised by the man telling her this. She had expected it from when she was first taken, especially after her little ordeal with the Russian she had had to kill a while back, but to hear it out loud and to know it was coming at any moment only made her panic and instinctively pull a little at her wrists. Unfortunately, they were tight and not getting any looser. She froze as three naked men entered the room and approached her. One took position at her head and the other from behind, while the third stood off to the side. Ayden was suddenly staring straight into a large and very erect cock.
She cringed; sure, she was old and mature enough to be... well, mature about those intimate body parts, but her being who she was; she'd always been uncomfortable with anything that was involved in 'those' kind of interactions.
"What?! Wait! No! I didn't s—" Ayden began to protest, but she was cut off as the man fitted a metal gag into her mouth and fastened it around her neck.
The gag both prevented her from speaking and from closing her mouth. Once the gag was in place, the man rammed his cock into her mouth and began thrusting in and out. At the same time, an agonized scream got stuck in her throat when she felt the other man push between the delicate folds of her vulva, and penetrate her deeply, and pounding her into the most internal painful oblivion.
The pain was intense as her entrance below was being pounded dry, and her delicate insides were pounded raw, all the while nearly choking on the masculine member being jammed down her throat. Then, before she had even adjusted to the double penetration, another searing pain shot across her back and a guttural scream was muffled by the member in her mouth.
The third man was biding his time by whipping her across her exposed back. Ayden yanked at her bonds instinctively, but it only cut her skin and gained her nothing. Then, again, the whip came down and she yelped and gasped for breath between the men's thrusts.
Rosalie woke up to muffled screams, still disoriented. She tried to register her surroundings as she then began to hear a cheerful humming. Rosalie tried to move, but then realized she was still strapped down. She continued her attempts at breaking her constraints but stopped without any success.
"What's happening?" she mumbled, struggling against the restraints again.
Rosalie turned to look to her left and found herself waking up a bit more when she saw man strapped to a test bed beside her.
He looked at her and gave her an empty smile. "Ah. Welcome. I'm 23255. My name's Eddie... well, really it's Edwin, but that name's crap."
Rosalie stared at him, taken aback, then quickly looked horrified as she realized that she, Ayden, nor the other two prisoners were the only ones suffering.
That Blake dude was a serious psychopath.
"You must be Rosalie," he continued.
She turned her head slightly and gave him a weird look. "Are you just trying, or has this whole experimentation shit made you a creeper?"
He shrugged slightly— well, as best as he could while being strapped down. "I guess it runs in the family."
The look on her face became that of confusion. "Family?"
He looked at her and gave her a humorless grin. "Oh, yeah. Doctor Blake? My little bro."
Rosalie's eyes widened in shock.
"What?"
For several minutes, the actions performed upon Ayden continued until both men shot their loads into her. She felt their warm semen shooting deep into her through both down below, and up down her throat, overflowing down her chin. Her eyes shut tightly as she internally grimaced at the disgusting taste that filled her mouth; the substance ejaculated from the man's member tasted like egg whites mixed with saltwater.
She'd always disliked egg whites for some reason that was unknown even to her. And saltwater? She'd had enough of that to last her more than a lifetime!
When the men were finished, the two who had just raped her virgin mouths left the room, stepping aside as more entered. Despite her terror, her eyes could not go any wider. Just as before, one of the new men stood to the side, and the man who had whipped her before he took position at her back and the other new man stood at her head. Ayden's despair was complete as she realized this would continue endlessly. But her thought was cut short as she felt her tight rear being invaded by a hard thick masculine member.
"No, please don't!" But the gag in her mouth muffled her voice as, once again, she was answered with a penis forced into her throat.
And, as the thrusting began from both ends, Ayden soon felt the sting of the whip across her back again. The pain in her back and rear was indescribable. Ayden could not believe the pain as her anus was torn apart from the inside as it was dryly pounded. This cycle would continue unabated over and over again, an endless stream of penises would just pound away at her for what seemed like several hours, but she had no way of really knowing for sure. Always one in her mouth, but the men behind her would alternate from her mouth below to her anus, then back and forth, each and every man knowing to switch.
Finally, Ayden was released from the table and barely able to walk on her own. Her legs were wobbly, her arms falling limply to her sides as they led her away from the table. However, when one of the naked men pushed her slightly forward, a bit roughly, as they led her toward the exit of the room, she snapped. She stopped dead on her tracks, body going from limp and weak, too rigid and cautious. Her head, however, she kept hanging, looking down at the ground, her eyes hiding behind her lengthened fringe.
One of them used the handle of the black whip and poked her hard with it. "Hey, keep movin'."
Her hands balled up into fists as she felt her face begin to shift in a strange way. "I... have had... enough... of all of you," she said, her tone slow and low.
The men braced themselves, suddenly alert and internally panicking as she slowly began to raise her head.
"And I'm... hungry. No one... has fed me."
Trying to keep a tough look, albeit being naked, the man who had previously spoken said, "I told you to keep movin', сука." (bitch)
Her eyes squinted slightly. "When I'm hungry... no one... tells me... what to do..."
"Your own brother put you here?"
"I have no brother," Dr. Blake said firmly as he came back into the room.
Eddie chuckled. "You're just mad because I insulted your intelligence all those years ago in front of mom and pops."
"And experimenting on him is your form of revenge?!" Rosalie exclaimed herself, looking at the doctor in disbelief.
"I wouldn't experiment on my brother," said Dr. Blake. "If I had one."
Rosalie gave him a pointed look, but he simply ignored it as he walked over to the big bag of blood strapped to Rosalie's IV. She was confused to what he was doing and panickingly glanced Eddie's way, only to suddenly fear for his life as well as he looked like he was dying already, his bruised-looking eyes fluttering.
Dr. Blake moved to look at her and pointed his little flashlight on Rosalie's closed eyes and she moved a little and opened her eyes, mumbling to himself. Rosalie tried, again, to free herself, then looked at the dialysis machine.
"What are you doing to us? Let us go, you bastard!"
Before he could answer, however, screams erupted throughout the ventilation system. What got him curious, however, was that they were not the screams of the Subject being tortured. Those screams were coming from some of his men.
He turned toward those guarding the door. "Take this one back to her cell."
"And him?"
"In the chamber. He'll be gone soon anyway. And put her in there too— I'm about to conduct a little side-experiment."
She couldn't remember what happened exactly, even less how she ended up in a pool of blood, the men who had taken her virtue from her laying around— some decapitated, others with their necks bleeding and snapped.
Had she done that?
If she had, she didn't want to believe it. She didn't want to believe she had let them make a monster out of her. Eventually, she broke, letting the tears escape her eyes. There was no denying it. She had been so ashamed of herself, so angry that they had managed to break her that she snapped— she lost control over herself.
She will be tortured, broken and rebuilt to accept her new role in life; the soul of the Solarii, and the fist of Typhon Assembly, a reformed Al-Qaeda...
They've done it, she thought as her eyes began to flutter with exhaustion. They won...
But they couldn't have. They shouldn't be the winners. They shouldn't be the ones to have the last word.
Ayden how no idea how she was going to do it, but she was going to get her revenge. She would get Endurance crew and the Feral Force out of there, and put an end to the experimentations of the mad scientists if that was the last thing she would do.
That was the last thing flowing through her mind as the world around her went black.
Rosalie fell with a grunt, glaring back at the men who threw her into her new cell. She was faint, her eyes fluttering with exhaustion that she was vaguely aware of the guard feeling her up. However, she was brought out of her trance-like state by a young male voice snapping at the disgusting man above her.
"Hey, you leave her alone, you jackass."
"You do not order me around, крыса," (rat) the guard hissed.
"You're not gonna do anything either way because your psychotic boss needs us," a young female voice snapped.
The guard huffed and stormed out as Rosalie lifted her head slightly and squinted her eyes, trying to see through her blurry vision who else was there. It was the pair of siblings Ayden had told her about. What were their names? Daren— no. Damian. And... Elena?
The raven-haired girl crawled over. "Hey, are you okay?"
Rosalie acknowledged the girl's concern, but her mind was stuck elsewhere as she began to mumble incoherently— the aftermath of being drained of a lot of blood and being manhandled while trying to escape albeit being drained. "Ed... Ayden..." she mumbled.
She could barely see their eyes widening at the mention of the familiar name.
"You know Ayden?!" the girl almost screamed. "Where is she? Is she okay? Wait— stupid question, of course, she's not—"
Her brother cut her off. "Elena, quit it. The girl's obviously too out of it to answer that." He turned back to the blond, brows furrowed in worry. "What's your name?"
"Ro..."
"Rocky?" Elena tried, though she recoiled with a grimace when she saw the blonde's attempt at glaring at her. "Rosie?" No. "Rosalie?"
The blonde visibly relaxed a bit, making the raven-haired girl smile slightly in triumph for figuring out her name. "Well, I'm Elena," she said softly. "And this is my brother, Damian. We came with our unit to save Ayden, but... as you can see, that kind of backfired. Do you know where she is?"
"No," Rosalie mumbled, tears building up in her eyes. "They... they... took her... screams... they're... torturing her."
The Russian siblings' jaws clenched simultaneously. Elena crawled forward toward the blonde and grabbed her almost limp hand, holding it gently between her two smaller ones, giving it a small squeeze in a comforting matter.
"We'll find a way out," Damian reassured them. "We'll find Ayden, then we'll leave this shitty hell."
She was fully clothed once more. Sure, she was back in her ripped and tattered outfit from the shipwreck, though, at that moment in time, being naked or fully clothed had become the least of her worries as she panicked; she was locked inside a massive steel chamber. She had always been slightly claustrophobic— she guessed it had to do with her ADHD, but nothing at that moment could stop her from feeling the building terror she felt.
The interior of the massive steel chamber was cold and desolate with a chilling factor of isolation... it had the overwhelming capacity of thousands of gallons of water, and she had been the unfortunate individual to have somehow been concealed within this seamless prison of misery, along with a man who seemed to have been dead for the past few hours.
With every cry... every movement... even every breath, there was a helpless echo of sound waves ricocheting from the smooth surface within her captivation. She appeared to be located within a perfectly spherical structure— not a single rivet or line of welding, there was only a grated drain at the base's center.
But it did not drain. There was nothing to drain, for the chamber contained absolutely nothing with the exception of its dead prisoner, Ayden, and her deteriorating sanity. She then realized she no longer had any memory of her pre- or current imprisonment time, no estimation of how long she had been isolated, and no logical explanation of how the hell this had happened.
Her name was Ayden... well, at least one of them was.
She was a sixteen-year-old military Captain who'd been held captive for far too long and far too many times in the approximate period of a month, much to her dismay.
"Hello?" Good, she could still talk.
"Is anybody there?" Progress— she could talk more. However, every word and every scream would only remain enclosed within this mysterious chamber. Ayden was wasting her breath.
She pressed her lips against the grated drain, "Somebody, please help!"
But she only received her own answer as a reply whilst hearing the multiplying 'heeelp's echoed down the drain. Her screaming had brought her throat additional pain as it accompanied the unquenched feeling of dryness and burning within the back of her tongue. Her malnutritioned imprisonment had caused her to develop an extremely overpowering desire for water... and that other substance that seemed to appease the burning in her throat lately. She didn't like the idea of thirsting for it, but she needed more of it, and she doubted feeding of her own would help her.
Suddenly, a rushing sound of flowing liquid had become apparent— it came from the drain and Ayden was confronted with a fountain of water as the grating was doused with the substance that began to fill the chamber. The geyser of water was a yard in length as the vertical structure pelted her in her face— she was uncertain as to whether her thoughts were of relief or trepidation, but her mind had soon become apparent of her current situation: stranded within an enclosed chamber of which contained no lines of communication or means of a possible escape, rapidly filling with water. She began to panic more— the sweat from her ravenous nervousness was matched only by the icy water of which soaked her head with its freezing ripples a few inches above her ankles.
Ayden desperately looked around as she gasped. Her mentality primarily recalling what was considered one of the worst ways to die... drown—
No. Shut the fuck up. And for one minuscule segment of time, Ayden felt a brief feeling of redemption as she believed in hope and faith and all of that bullshit.
There was absolutely nothing of which may have revealed an escape except for the drain, the grilled gateway of the water and its flowing impact of freezing misery. Ayden obeyed her instincts and intuition as she strategically knelt with her face in avoidance of the water and gripped the metal grill of the drain.
But Ayden neglected to actually think— the grill was bolted to the steel and reinforced with a taunting mock of captivity; it was perhaps thirty-six square inches, and her waistline alone was thirty. And the water— it still continued to pump into the chamber, probably with enough force to refrain any possibility to journey in its opposing direction.
But if she had successfully detached the grill... if she had managed to force her physicality into the drain of damnation... if she had a miraculous alliance with gravity to progress down the drain and against the water...
Her wishful thinking could only migrate through the skies of hope and faith for so long. Logically, the entire drain would have already been filled with the water, and Ayden would be forced into a stationary confinement as the narrowed drain disallowed her chest of expansion. But it's not like she needed to breathe— she would have already drowned.
Ayden was thinking too far ahead— she hadn't even removed the grill. She neglected to actually think if she had thought the situation through with a mere morsel of common sense of which a fraction of her brain had acquired over the years... if she actually stopped to think... she would have realized that, no matter what, she was screwed.
Ayden encased the metal grill within her slippery palms and wrapped her fingers around the circumference of the bars— her hands were excessively soaked and doused within the elevating water as she pulled. She strained her arms and used her legs to lever herself against the grill's force of concealment as her hands began to freeze within the water.
The flesh and muscle in existence down from her knees and elbows were stinging with a chronic prickle of pain... it was miraculous that the water was not frozen solid. She literally could not feel anything— she was too cold... she only knew that the grill was within her grasp due to her vision. Although her vision was blurred from the splashing in addition to the two feet of water that rippled and bubbled above the drain, she could still recognize her two hands. They were pathetically attempting to pry off the grill.
And inches beneath the drain of the grill, there were several blades of emerging sharpness as the edges mechanically revolved around threatening rotaries. They had perhaps revealed themselves from outside the walls of the drain; perhaps an elaborate system of electronics allowed their operation; perhaps there was more within this chamber than just a drain.
But Ayden was unaware of these possibilities and was unaware when her fingers began to be ravaged by these blades. The robotic actions situated its medieval weaponry against the grill and upon Ayden's tightly clutched hands. The water was a hindrance, but the rotations remained forceful and aerodynamic enough to slash through the thin and wrinkled flesh of her fingers.
The awkward positioning of her hands resulted in uneven cuts and gashes amongst multiple degrees, but Ayden didn't feel a damn thing. Her hands were frozen with unresponsive nerves, and the realization only became apparent when she witnessed an expanding cloud of red emerging in unison with the flowing water.
Ayden released the grill immediately— she stumbled back and became submerged into the freezing water as she splashed with panic and confusion. There was blood spewing from her hands and leaving twirling threads of red within the rushing water. Ayden was still unable to feel the damage upon her hands, and she did not want to look, but she couldn't help herself when she felt each cut slowly closing. The scars left behind— they looked horrible, but they only brought anger to her system rather than horror. She was mad they had done this to her— no; she was mad she let them do this to her.
And then she saw something— it appeared to be blue and pink and drenched in blood as it floated in the water. It looked like a sausage...like a finger...and now Ayden forced herself to observe her hands with horror, only slightly relieved when she saw nothing missing.
"You can do it! Come on! I'm over here! Swim towards me. You're almost there! Keep going! Don't give up! Keep fighting!"
You bet I will, she thought, her jaw clenching with anger.
She squinted her eyes and forced herself to see through her blurry vision as she glanced around for another exit. Squinting a bit more, she found it— a metal door was camouflaged perfectly as part of the hideous gray wall. Forcing strength into her legs, she pushed herself away from the grill of death and splashed her way over to the hidden metal door at the other end of the chamber. She clenched her jaw, taking a few quick deep breaths before bringing her hand back, then letting it snap forward into the door. It hurt. The pain wasn't just a pinch— it was indescribable, especially since her hand was already hurt; it got worse as the pain spread up her arm, but she couldn't give up. Not now. She punched at the metal door again and again till a loud, ear-piercing creaking noise emitted out of it and a ray of dim light pierced its way into the room.
Yes!
She punched and kicked at the door until, finally, it broke open, with a loud exploding sound, and the neck-deep water flushed her out into a dimly lit hallway. She laid there, the water washing away, dispersing on the stone floor, and she closed her eyes for a moment as she relaxed a bit. However unfortunate for her, when she tried to reopen them, they did not, until a long while later. When she woke up, she was as disoriented as could be expected. She tried to register her surroundings as she then began to hear someone humming a funeral march.
Gee, how encouraging, she thought bitterly.
She tried to move, but then realized she was strapped down, again, onto a metal table, her arms tied to her sides, making her unable to move at all. She continued her attempts at breaking her constraints but stopped without any success. Her head exhaustively slammed back onto the table; they had sedated her again, weakening her every move.
"... the hell?" she mumbled, struggling against the restraints again. First I'm tortured, then I'm raped, and then I'm drowning— now what?
She lifted her head the most she could and glanced around, her jaw tightening when she saw Dr. Blake there, touching a big bag of blood strapped to an IV.
What are you doing to me now? she wondered as her eyes tiredly fluttered shut.
"4.1 pints drained," Blake mumbled to himself. He moved to look at Ayden and pointed his little flashlight on her closed eyes and she moved a little and opened her eyes. "07805 still shows signs of consciousness. Note that five years ago Subject 23255 faded into unconsciousness after losing 2.9 pints." Ayden tried to free herself again but managed no success. She then looked at the dialysis machine and frowned. "Evolution or luck? A mystery for another day."
"You've tortured me enough— what are you doing to me now? What are these tubes? Let me go!"
Dr. Blake rolled his eyes as he opened a curtain, then approached a little table and wrote some notes down. "Relax. I plan to once I'm through with you."
"Someone's gonna find me."
He turned to face her with a smirk. "Your heroic unit full of kids?" he mused, punching some buttons on the machine. "Yeah, I'd like to see them find you from their cages. Did you know my brother spent his entire life thinking our family was haunted by some death curse?"
She glared at him. "Let me guess, that curse was you? I'll bet my life you systematically killed every member of your family including your brother, whom I'm sure was the man you had locked up in that chamber with me."
He rolled her eyes. "And you— sixteen-year-old soldier who's killed since the age of fifteen without remorse. I'm curious. How does one justify that in your mind?"
Ayden mentally scoffed; so now he knows her actual age? Unbelievable... "And this, holding people against their will, torturing them? How do you justify that?"
"Science."
"Really, now? 'Cause that sounds more like psychotic." She clenched her jaw as she looked at him with steely eyes. "What are you planning, Blake? Planning on turning me into a monster like you? 'Cause, honestly, I don't think anyone apart from Clayton could compete with you. Then again, he's dead now."
He opened a journal and looked into it. "You know your boyfriend?" She huffed in irritation. "After enduring two thousand volts of electricity, he continues to have a heartbeat. Your besties? A thousand. You? After four thousand, torture, sexual intercourse—"
She let out a dry laugh full of disbelief. "Sexual intercourse, seriously, dude? What went down is called 'rape', dipshit," she snapped.
But the man only went on as though she had not spoken. "— which only demonstrated you were sterilized— your heart still beats. Granted, it beats faster than the regular heartbeat of a human, but it's still beating."
Her jaw clenched even tighter as her glare wavered slightly, her eyes beginning to water. "You're a monster," she growled. "Have you no conscience at all?"
He shrugged. "You insulting me won't make me cry, if that's what you're trying to accomplish."
"What are you trying to accomplish, Blake?" she demanded, fury blazing through her eyes.
He smiled, and it made her sick to her stomach. "I'm going to make the world's dream come true. First, invincible superhuman— I'm going to make you invincible, doe eyes."
Everything happened so fast; he didn't have time to register what did happen. His mind only finally registered what was when he found himself being pushed roughly against the wall at the other side of the room. His heart beat erratically— this wasn't supposed to happen; she wasn't supposed to recover so quickly.
He braced himself, suddenly alert and internally panicking as she stood before him, one arm holding him up against the wall, where his feet were dangling in the air, while she glared down at the floor, her tangled curls hiding her face.
"First of all." Her voice had a hoarse edge to it as she spoke. "Do not call me that. Second of all, I'm a soldier, and my job is to follow orders," she said, gravely. "But in no way will I ever let there be strings on me. Especially not strings held by people like you."
Slowly, she began to lift her free hand up, reaching toward his right arm.
"I'm not invincible," she continued, her voice deadly quiet. "And I know for a fact that I'll never be, so you can shove the 'world's dream' up your fuckin' filthy ass, you crazy bastard."
And she ripped his arm off, making him let out a painful scream, loud enough to burst one's eardrums. But she wasn't done.
"I'd kill you, but death would be too kind," she all but purred as she looked up at him.
If it hadn't been for his current position, he would've been just fascinated; the sclera of her eyes had turned blood-red, dark veins had appeared under them, and her canine teeth had extended into razor-sharp fangs. Before he could even react, her fangs pierced through the skin of his neck, her bloodied free hand resting on his chest as she drank until she almost drained him. Then, she dropped him onto the ground, letting him scramble in pain.
"I'll never be invincible." She crouched in front of him. "But congratulations, Doctor— you've turned me into a monster. May God curse you," she sneered venomously before standing back up, spinning on her heels and heading toward the door. She suddenly came to a halt and recoiled slightly for a moment when she came upon a mirror and looked at her demonic face.
"Holy shit," she muttered.
She squinted her devil eyes, sighing in slight relief though grimacing all the same when her face morphed back to normal, her eyes going back to being tricolor. She then lifted the bottom of her shirt and wiped her bloodied mouth with it before going back toward the only exit, leaving the literally torn scientist to hopefully drown in his own pond of blood.