Addien could feel eyes upon her; chills ran up and down her spine as she stared blankly into the abyss surrounding her. "I know you're in here!" she shouted angrily, growing in frustration. "Who are you?! Why in the hell am I here?!" she demanded, gritting her teeth. The middle-aged man from the bus stop slowly stepped into her line of vision, reaching up; he tugged the light string, illuminating everything in a dull yellow hue. Addien tried fiercely to focus her eyes on him better; she needed to learn the map of his face. "I'll fucking kill you!" she threatened, yarning vigorously on her wrist.
"Mighty words coming from someone chained to a wall." He cooed, bending down on his knees meeting her eyes. "I have so many things planned for you, Addien, so many wonderful things." she could feel his breath brushing her cheek as he ran his fingers through her hair. She snapped her teeth at his hand, slapping his face with her free hand. "Well, that's no attitude to have! I'm going to help you, Addien." he snarled, gathering himself to his feet and straightening his suit jacket. "…besides, you only wanted to feel important to someone, and now you will."
"Who in holy hell are you!?" she growled, snapping her eyes up to his. "Why am I here, and what do you want from me?" she tried to get to her feet once again, only to fall back down. "And unchain me, goddamnit!" she yelled rattling the chains in frustration.
"You may call me Linderman, and the reason you are here is because you are special. I need you to help me, and then I can help you." he smirked, drawing a small key from his pocket. "I really don't think I can trust you, though. Besides, you need to be sitting down for the tests." he trailed off, tucking it slowly back, and turning on his heels. Linderman walked over to the steel table, and slipped off his Rolex.
"What tests?" she asked, her voice had lost all authority as a deep understanding washed over her.
"Oh, well, to utilize your true potential, you'll need a little bit of… stimulation." he laughed drily twirling a second pair of handcuffs around his finger.Addien's face dropped, the colour drained from her cheeks and her eyes widened at the sight before her. She shook her head franticly, backing up toward the wall, pushing away with her feet, until she had nowhere else to go. "Now, now, that's no way to be." he added sharply, slamming the cuffs on the table and drawing a syringe from beside him. "You just need to get some sleep, while I get everything ready." he laughed jubilantly as he drove the needle into the side of her neck, injecting the hot liquid into her bloodstream. It was only moments before the darkness engulfed her again.
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Addien's heartbeat sounded like a rhythm inside her own head, she swore everyone around her could have heard it if they listened close enough as she forced her heavy eyes open. Four sets of handcuffs were applied to her now, each hand, and each foot. She struggled for a moment, feeling the unforgiving metal dig into her soft porcelain flesh. "Nice of you to join us." sounded smoothly from behind her, she tried to face the sound, but was unable to turn her body.
"What are you going to do to me?" her voice was pleading now, her hands trembled and lips quivered as Linderman emerged from beside her. "What did I do… why me?" she asked franticly, viewing him from the corner of her eye. Linderman picked up a small scalpel and slowly inched toward her.
"You're special, Addien. You don't know how much so." He paused for a moment, looking down at her chest as it heaved up and down in desperation. "I'll help you… you'll see." with that, he slid the blade over the straps of her tank-top, sending the top tumbling down and pooling near her stomach. The sharp surgical steel nicked a small section of her skin and caused her whole body to jump. Linderman smiled down at her, touching the blood with his finger and bringing it to his lips. "You see, when you're scared, or hurt, or angry… you're body releases certain chemicals in your brain. I need you to release those, I need you primitive." he continued, drawing the blade back to her flesh and slicing the space above her breasts.
Her screams echoed throughout the room, her blood shot out and saturated her bra. "You've got the wrong person! I'm not special!" she cried, ripping her arms from side to side trying to break free. "Please, don't. Please… please!" she begged, as he brought the shinning steel to her face. "No, no, no!" she screamed as he tore long her jaw, separating the skin from muscle, the muscle from bone. The pain throbbed through her entire body, her legs quivered in agony, and fingers stretched out for help. No one could hear her; no one was coming to save her. Images of Gabriel flashed behind her eyelids, his smile, the way his eyes lit up when he laughed, she remembered everything, she wished she had never left.