Chained - Jenlisa

Welcomed Changes

The next few days, by my instruction, have the subject periodically put under so that more tests can be run and her room can be changed to better suit her. Food is brought in while she's out so that when she wakes she can eat and remain in good health. Furniture is brought in to make her more comfortable, but nothing too dangerous is added. The bed put into the corner of her chamber is bolted solidly to the floor, as is the table and chair brought in so she has somewhere to sit and eat. It's not much in way of being homely, but more things will be added if the subject is seen as fully cooperative and no longer a threat in any sense of the word.

Surprisingly, the subject hasn't complained or commented about any of this. Most would rage or try to bargain with the walls, but she remains quiet and submissive. I've been studying her, both with and without the other Watchers, and both while she's under and up. While she's down, obviously, there isn't much to see for me, but I watch anyway. The subject is so calm, peaceful. The roughness of her skin clashes with how settled she looks. It makes me wonder why anyone would hurt her so viciously in the first place. By all appearances she's a level headed person that can't seem to bring down the wrath of a tiger if she tried. Then again, she did do quite a number on Jisoo when they first met. But that was under strenuous circumstances.

While the subject is up and awake, though, she's similar to a gorilla in a habitat- bored almost, but always looking for some way to amuse herself without bringing the attention of her captors. She exercises to the best of her ability, mostly push ups and sit ups since she has no equipment. I don't even think she's doing it to bulk herself up to try to escape, either. She's already muscular, but it's as if...

she has energy she needs to expel. Which makes sense when you know she's been cooped up for a while now. Anyone would go stir crazy given enough time. It seems the subject's limit is just a few days. That could be good or bad.

But aside from her need to move, she's otherwise harmless. While I watch her she doesn't attempt to break through the wall to get me, which surprised me the first time I watched her alone. I expected her to try something tricky or at least sly. But she didn't. In fact, something much stranger happened.

While I sat in my chair, brought as close to the wall as I could bring it without harming myself, the subject and I played brain games. I wanted to know, at least to some extent, how her mind worked. Obviously her thoughts formed differently, that much was made clear the first time I interacted with her. I would guess that the abuse she endured, assumedly over a long period of time, had caused her development to take a turn for the worst, but I couldn't say for sure. So, that's how the games came about.

I started off with balance tests and listening skills, to make sure she wasn't effected by the tranquilizers we'd been giving her, and they turned out great. That wasn't the strange thing. What was, was the realization I came to when I asked the subject simple questions and riddles. She answered everything appropriately, but slowly, and I'm certain it wasn't because she's stupid. She'd stare at her side of the wall and scrunch her face, but she'd answer immediately if I sighed from waiting too long.

Going with my gut, I played with this new information. I gave her sillier riddles with no real answers and let her think on them. With every question I shortened the time it took me to sigh in irritation and, no matter what, every time, she'd give me an answer immediately afterwards. The shorter the time it took me to sigh, the more outlandish her answer was. That was no problem in itself as anyone would blurt out anything that came to mind when they had limited time to answer a question. But in those instances of ridiculous answers came the strange thing.

To my absolute surprise the subject would fidget and grow uncomfortable when she knew she said something ridiculous, more so if I made a noise of dissatisfaction. After a while, I saw that she wasn't embarrassed for herself, not in the least bit. It became obvious that she was punishing herself for not giving me a good answer, an answer that I wanted. Again, I tested my theory. I gave more riddles and waited for her answer. When she gave one I'd tut in disappointment even when her response was correct. Without fail, after my tut, she'd shift and look to the floor in shame. But if no tut came, she'd smile softly.