I never knew that my kind could feel pain, but I found out the hard way that we very much can. I never knew that the Dome found a solution to make us infected feel again. But... but they did more than that. They injected me with something. That fucking injection makes infected bodies sensitive to what ever pain is inflicted on us.
I've been strapped to this fucking metal table naked, screaming for God knows how long. Do you know how bad I want to cry, but I physically can't? That's torture in itself. Just wanting to release even the tiniest shed of tears, but you can't even create them. Instead, your eye sockets pulse, throb, and all you can do is just scream. Unable to thrash about, tied to the table.
For days they questioned me, hurting, hitting me- doing whatever they pleased to get what they want, and for what? To kill me in the end? Is this pain worth me dying?! I could hear the screams of others, but they weren't infected, no, they were human. This just made me wonder what kind of place I was in to have humans do such things to other humans. I didn't hear them plead like I did, I heard them beg like I did- they screamed, like I have been.
I screamed once again when I felt them inside me again, moving around my insides, commenting on the changes they saw or felt within my stomach. My screaming went a pitch higher when I felt them stick me with more needles. I felt everything- the need puncture me, the liquid entering me- the solvent in my body coursing through my veins, filling my neurons with sensation. They took Des long ago, hiding him somewhere I couldn't find, yet I knew they were doing something with him. I would hear them mention his name every now again before they start to cut me open.
They were speaking, commenting on how the substance was taking effect, but fuck them. My toes curled as I began to screech for the twenty-sixth time today. They began to sew me back up again, and again, that guy came back once all the doctors left.
"Still alive I see. Let me ask you again, where were you and Nathan heading?"
Lolling my head to his direction, I gave him my best smile, "Fuck you Keith."
"Hm. Very well." He walked out, motioning for others to come. These were the times when it was most silent. When there was no one in my room, the sounds of the screaming humans faded out of my ears as I concentrated on the little things that soothe me. Like the sound of my blood dripping from my table, the deep red liquid over flowing the tray, little droplets echoing throughout the room.
It was too soon when I heard them coming back to my room. To tell you the truth, I just want to give in, to die or just to let them win. I don't care, I just need to be released from this hell. I would give anything to just make it stop. But I was too prideful- my pride stopped me from letting them. I'm too damn stubborn. I would admit it is one of my flaws...a flaw I wish I didn't have.
My body didn't even have time to throb and ache when they opened that damn door.
"Subject's eyes have swollen, substance has irritated eyes. Procedure to release puss within the eyes is undergo."
"No."
"Get the scalple."
"I SAID STOP!"
"Time 3:31PM"
"I SAID ST-AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"