The women's heels click ominously on the concrete floor. She approaches the cell quickly, and efficiently. Everything about her is efficient. From the way she talks, to the way she murders people. She pauses in front of the cell, and clasps her hands over her stomach.
"How are you feeling?" She asks the figure huddled in the corner of the cell. She has a motherly voice, but under this persona, she is a cool, trained predator. The person looks like little more than a pile of dark grubby rags. And it gives the woman no response. She smiles, and it's a smile that the prisoner will always remember before the screaming begins.
The woman orders the captive to be taken to the laboratory for testing. Her white lab coat swishes professionally as she stalks down the corridor. She marches to the lab, and awaits the results. A small woman with drab brown hair pulled into a high bun timidly approaches her.
"Ma'am." She says, her voice quavering. " The results are in, the experiment was a success." The imposing woman smiles in grim satisfaction.
"Perfect." She says, her voice low and sultry. "You've done well Dr.-?" She pauses not knowing the small woman's name. The experimenter is eager to give it to her.
"Doctor Everett Ma'am." The woman nods, and Dr. Everett beams. She quickly brings out data charts, and test results. "Here are the numbers Ma'am." Dr. Everett says.
"Please Doctor, call me Mrs. Eastwood." Although she says please, it is clearly an order. Everett nods and apologizes profusely.
"I have an assignment for you Dr. Everett." Mrs. Eastwood says. Everett's eyes widen in surprise, and she nods quickly.
"Anything Mrs. Eastwood, anything." She cries.
"There are four children. Here is what you need to do."
****
Mrs. Eastwood enters the room with her creation. "Are you ready?" She asks. The creation blinks, assessing the question. What was once a pile of rags is now a fine, tall male specimen. He is shirtless, but he does not shiver in the cold room. He cocks his head to the side, and answers in a deep smooth voice.
"I will be ready when you wish me to be ready mistress." There is no emotion in his voice. Just as there is no life behind his cold gray eyes.
"I want you to be ready now." Mrs. Eastwood orders. The specimen nods, and Mrs. Eastwood twists her face into an approximation of a smile.
"There are four children. Here is what you need to do."
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