I woke lying down, strapped to a bed. The roof of the purple van wasn't very interesting, I mean come on; would it kill them to put a mobile or something in here?

'I believe she has resurfaced.' I couldn't see much in the van. So the disembodied voices kept talking.

'That bitch made me bleed. She needs to know what it's like to bleed.' This voice was scarier. It sounded like this person, a woman I'm guessing, held a grudge against people who had hurt her.

'Victoria, she might not accept the changes, you can have your revenge soon. ' A calmer, almost sane voice spoke then. 'You may even give her the drug yourself, but I haven't decided yet.'

'Laurent just let her have her fun. This girl is obviously not going to survive; I mean, look at her. She isn't like the ones we have tried before.' This voice was hard. Not at all like the voice of this Laurent person.

'That is exactly why I chose her, James. Simply because she wasn't at all like the others we have tried. The others had brains like a rock. They didn't absorb anything, unlike this one.' Laurent touched my face. I tried not to jump, but that didn't stop the shot of adrenaline that I felt pulse through me. 'We know you are awake, you hold great promise for us. Why don't you show some manners and we can enjoy a nice conversation with each other.'

'Where are you taking me?'

'Alas, she speaks!' Laurent had a lot of enthusiasm for what he had just done; kidnapped a girl. 'We are taking you somewhere you can complete, or die.'

Victoria mumbled something incoherent, but I supposed that it wasn't anything nice. She reminded me of Sarah Bennett, a bully to people beneath her.

'Don't be rude my sweet, we shouldn't speak ill of the people that are about to die.' James was a cold man. Not reached by anyone except this Victoria person.

'Are you going to kill me?' My question came out more as a squeak, not quite as confident as I had planned.

'Not intentionally my dear child, we merely want to play.' He was still trying to sound sweet, like he knew me. I really wanted to believe he wasn't going to hurt me, but hello? Big scary van does not scream the cute and cuddly look they were going for.

I decided to choose my words carefully then. 'So, how will we… play?'

'You'll find out soon enough.' The words she spoke were cold and bitter. No wonder it sounded like James liked her.

The trip to the trio's base took about 10 minutes, though I didn't know how long I had been unconscious for. I usually had a good sense of time but when you're out cold, you don't really pay attention to your body clock.

They threw the doors open and the sunlight blinded me. My immobile arms were beginning to tingle in reaction to lack of blood flow.

'Here we are my dear. I believe you are comfortable?' It was the voice of Laurent, but I couldn't be sure now the voice had a dark skinned face.

'Well, um, not really. My arms are starting to hurt to tell the truth.'

'Well, we can't have that. James, come and loosen the straps your lovely partner assembled.' As a handsome blonde-ish man approached me, obviously James, a red haired woman stared at me with piercing eyes.

'If they hurt, can't we just take them off? Or is that animal cruelty?' Victoria had venom to her voice that could not be healthy for her state of mind.

Laurent slowly looked towards Victoria, and you could physically feel the air shift. 'Victoria, do not be so cruel. Go and pay the poor man who's driving. Remember to tip him, simply so he doesn't remember anything.'

Victoria took on a knowing gaze as she approached the driver's side door and handed over what looked like $2'000. 'Now, go home and forget everything that has happened here. If you blab, we know where you live.' As soon as she stepped back, the door flew open and a visibly scared young man burst from the van and ran towards the warehouse doors.

James had loosened my straps by this time and I could feel the blood returning to my hands. 'Thank you for that. I am much more comfortable now.'

'Isabella? Am I correct in thinking that is your name?' I nodded fiercely towards Laurent 'Good. I am pleased to know you're driver's license is not a fake. Your father works in the police force yes? We could use someone with a relationship to the inner workings of the force.'

'Oh, please. She will join us over my dead body! Or maybe it will be hers.' Victoria's brown eyes flashed a shade lighter.

'Victoria, she may well die. We have talked this through so many times. If it succeeds we will make a lot of money off her, with her.'

'He does make a convincing argument, my sweet. Laurent, why don't we just get it over and done with? We should not prolong pain.' James' voice had a kind of sympathy towards me, but you should never trust a man who associates himself with those kinds of women.

Laurent thought for a second, and then said 'I agree, James. Why not do it sooner rather than later? But first; how old are you, child?'

'Seventeen' I blurted it out. God, why was I answering their questions? I searched the room frantically for a way to escape. I couldn't find one.

'Victoria, please prepare half the dose, and we will give her increasing doses.' Laurent and James kept their eyes fixed on me while Victoria went to a table beside the van. Victoria looked for a while until she seemed to find what she was looking for. The needle was almost the length of my pinky.

Victoria came towards my right arm with a syringe. I started to try and roll away from her, but my arms prevented me from moving. As the needle breached the barrier of my skin I felt a sharp, yet short, pain.

The real pain started when the milky substance had entered my blood stream and the needle was extracted. The pain started in my right arm and burnt quickly through my body. The pain was making me scream out until Victoria gagged me. I could almost feel my cells being ripped apart.

They left me in that room, only occasionally visiting me to give my four hourly shot. I experienced the same pain each time, yet it slowly dulled towards the end of my 'treatment'.

The only person who was willing to talk to me was Laurent. Even then, we didn't talk much. More he did the talking for the both of us. He explained how high his hopes were for me, but not what I will become.

I have no idea how long I was in that room.

What have they made me into?

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