Chained

Contained

I actually used to have a life, well...part of one. I was 10 when they realized I could be a threat. An IQ of 280, I was never normal. My parents treated me like trash, so I developed an issue early on. Anger issues. Nowadays only some things tick me off. Where I am now is in a high tech military base. I'm the only one that's here, besides another guy, someone like me. Too smart for their own good. My name is Trinity, I have a way to escape, this base isn't too bad but I've escaped others. I've been in chains, starting with my wrists then my legs. I've been here for 7 years. Obviously I'm 17. My wrists have bruises and so do my ankles. The security door opened, about 5 feet away from me. 5 guards walked in. "Sweetheart, we're letting you out today" one of them said. I simply rolled my eyes. "Sit down" he ordered.  I challenged him a glare. "Adjust the chains" he called to the other guards. The chains forced me to sit down on the ground. "Give us some privacy" the guard smirked. The guards exchanged looks and left the room. "What do I have to do to get you to talk?" He said. I scowled at him. "We're going to try a new technique, for my pleasure. He adjusted the chains so they were loose enough for me to get out of them. I smirked and quickly slammed him against the wall. "D-don't do this Trinity..." he stammered. I snapped his neck and muttered "I've been waiting to that for years.