Masked(WARNING: VERY TRIGGERING)

Part One

In a pit of darkness, we see a teenage girl strapped down to a medical table an IV dripping a glowing green liquid into her arm. Slowly fluttering their eyes open, a croak of confusion came out. "Where am I? What's happening?" "Likely the last place you want to be, *****." It was a ringing noise instead of her name but she knew that's what it was. "What about my second question?" A small chuckle, the man showed up as a light turned on. He was above her, devilishly handsome and unable to place in age. "You're starting on the treatment. On our deal, remember?" His eyes glowed a bright red as he grinned and his teeth sharpened. "What deal-" Then she remembered. It flooded back to her.

Normal day of the week, a Wednesday probably. She was leaving to see her friend, home life wasn't great and there? She could be herself. Not _her_ but him. Who he truly was. A transgender male. This day was far from normal, however, as he opened the door to leave and was met with a six foot five man. Handsome, wearing a pair of sunglasses and a suit. "******, right?" Even her memory was impaired with this weird affect of not hearing her name. Or his memory, rather. "..Yes? Am I in trouble?" "Oh, Satan forbid, no!" The phrase was odd but she thought nothing of it. "Then.. What do you want?" The transgender teenager closed the door behind him. "To help you. You want to transition, right?" He widened his eyes, shock and slight disbelief coming over him as the man in front of him continued. "My company and I would love to help you, you would be moved out of your home and given a large sum of money as well. Put off for the rest of your life. What do you say? Do we have a deal?" The man held out his hand, smiling with pride. "Yes. Yes! What do I do?" The poor teenager was desperate and unaware of the why and how but didn't care. "Just, shake my hand. We can fill out your paperwork later." He immediately reached his hands out, shaking the one hand with both of them. 

"You.. How did I get here?" The stranger laughed, grabbing a hold of the long brown hair that belonged to the human born female. Yanking on it as he cried out in pain, he whispered in the others ear. "A car, and a bit of magic." "L-let me go! I didn't sign up for this!" Pulling on the humans hair harder, the transgender male screamed out while the man hissed at him. "The second you shook my hand I had control over your soul, little human! Now shut it and let me do what will fulfill both our wants!" Wanting to open her mouth in protest, the demon grabbed hold of her tongue with a pair of tongs in a second and cut it off with a scalpel. 

Blood seeped from the loss of muscle and she started to choke on her blood. She would have lost his consciousness had it not been for the strange liquid going into her system. To her horror, the tongue started to grow back and a gurgled scream came from her as she thrashed around in pain against the straps. "Alright, doctor! She's ready! Soon to be a he!" The man laughed, the poor brunette still struggling and screaming out against the blood in her throat. 

It was now a few days after the first time, the long hair that used to be down to the woman born male was now shaved off completely. The table was gone and replaced by a tank. The human was inside, just having been finished with torture. Arms and legs broken, there was chunks cut out of their legs and arms. The face was worse, mouth ripped open to their ears, their eyes were gouged out. Even the chest, completely cut off and cut into the sides. It was horrific. 

The poor teenager just wanted to die, it was defying logic to be alive still. What was keeping the human alive despite being in a state of death? That weird stuff. They kept injecting it inside. But it wasn't enough to do that now, the human was on the verge of death and slipping fast. Held up by chains attached to the top, our human was starting to fall asleep. Then, it started to fill. What was it, there was still no idea. It was green, liquid and glowing. Almost like slime as it was filling up. and as it reached the teenagers mangled parts, the body started to regrow. It was painful, feeling every muscle reconstructing with the skin. ****** was suffering, and screamed out in agony. Screeching screams as the tank continued to fill and rebuild the body that was torn apart so viscously with torture. As ******'s body was rebuilding and healing, there was screams sounding. The female parts changing slowly from the 'treatment' that was being put through the body. 

Being ripped apart and put back together was taxing the humans mind, and all ****** wanted to do was die. The table was back, and they were strapped down. A mirror was above now, it was like they wanted the teenager to go insane. 

"L-let me go, please." The weak whimper was heard by the figure that was dressed in scrubs. pulling down their mask, the teenager saw the crazed smile and felt their heart race. "You are far from done." The voice was just as raspy as the brunettes, but the smile showed how scary they were. The arm belonging to the other gripped the teen's arm and twisted it before snapping it out of place, earning a loud and terrified scream of pain.