The Creation of The Traitor

Another Upgrade

Warning: Graphic descriptions

I wake up to the smell of meat. I turned to see a janitor placing a plate next to me. I scared him as he quickly sat it down and closed down the glass wall and sprinted out the room. I let out a heavy sigh as I was going to thank him. I take the steak off the plate, tearing into a few pieces to fit through my muzzle and ate it somewhat quickly, still feeling a little hungry even though the steak was pretty big. I get up and walk around my room, stretching my legs and body. My whole body hurts. I let out a tired sigh. I want to leave this place. I go over to the radio and turn it on, and sit down on my bed. I lay there waiting for whatever thing they will force on me this time. I turn to face the wall, slightly fighting tears from falling down my face. I can't go in the outside world like this, I'm a monster, they will kill me. I bring my hands to my face and cry. I hate this, I hate myself. I miss home. I hear the door open and quickly wipe my face and turn to face who came in. As usual, it was the guards and the bed. But one of the guards had the handcuffs in their hands, and another one had a taser. I chuckle, making fun of them in my head. The glass wall opens and I continue to sit there. One of the guard hold the taser with their arm strected out while the other slowly walks over to me. The guard with the handcuffs quickly puts them on me and lifts me up. They take me over to the bed and lay me down and strap me down. Which was uncomfortable now with my hands underneath me. We start to roll out.
As we make it to the room that Dr.----------- performed the gills surgery on me last time, they roll me in and lock the bed in place. This time, Dr.----------- was already in here and had the cart, seeming to be excited to perform on me again. I glare at him as he smiles at me. "Ah, Z-21, you just have been getting more interesting by the day!"He smiles and leans forward closer to my face while taking a hand onto my chin and moving my face side to side, observing me. "Your features are coming in quite smoothly, almost! Too bad I can't take off the muzzle and observe your teeth and mouth!"he says excitedly. I roll my eyes, feeling kinda disturbed about his excitement. "Okay. So for today, we will be working on your back!"he says as he claps his hands together. He starts to unstrap me. "I expect you to be on your best behavior, can't let you to waste!," I look at him, cringing at his choice of words that they will kill me if I do something to him. He looks at me, smiling as he mentions me to get up and lay on my stomach. I obligated and lay on my stomach, which was hard to do with your hands cuffed behind you, he begins to strap me down. He takes off the handcuffs and straps my hands and arms down as well. I feel him inject a needle into my arm. "This should take away some pain. Hopefully, you don't pass out this time!"he spoke. I adjust my head, trying to get comfortable with the muzzle on. "Oh! I almost forgot, if you do end up on your best behavior, that might be taken off!"he says as he picks up something from the table. I hum in response and finally felt comfortable by turning my head. It felt weird cause my ears were bigger now. They feel like they are getting bigger and longer. Suddenly, I feel a blade on my back and let out a pained sound. I can feel him start at the top of the back all the way past the middle of it a little. I feel him separate the cut skin, exposing my flesh under my skin. He isn't explaining what he is doing, so I'm very upset and uncomfortable. I move a little, but he continues. I feel him touching my inside flesh and I let a scream. He puts his hands inside and I scream even more. I feel my spine being moved and suddenly he breaks it. My screams cut short, I lay there in so much pain. He breaks it again and takes the broken piece out and lay it onto the table. He picks something else up as I can hear all his movement and places it in the empty spot where he took out the broken spine. He hums in approval and grabs something else from the table. He turns it on and I can feel a stinging pain as he starts to work away. The pain was too much, but unfortunately, I'm still awake. Tears fall down my eyes. He continues to do whatever he is doing. Slowly, I can feel my spine come back together as I can feel like I was able to move again. Once he was done, he placed the tool back onto the table and grabbed something else. He pushes the separated skin back together and he stitches them back together. I lay on the table, unable to make sounds while tears are still falling down my face. Dr.----------- places the item back on the table and takes off his gloves and toss them into the trash. He walks over to see my face and squats down to my level. "Alright, I will be giving you something that will cause you to sleep for at least a week or more so you don't cause a ruckus and break open your stitches. But don't worry, you will be on a feeding tube so you won't starve and die." He says as he smiles at me and gets up. I can only lie there as he grabs the needle and injects me with it. After a few minutes, I fell asleep.