The Experiments

💉Claudia💉

Warning: This book contains graphic and violent content that may be disturbing to some. Please do not read if you are under 13

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"Harold, it's the only way!"

"No, it's not! We don't have to do this! I could-"

"We need the money badly! Thinking with your heart won't get you anywhere!"

"You are sorely mistaken if you think I'm going to give up something that precious to me for something as common as money!"

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I wake up to see a bright light shining in my eyes. As my eyesight came back to me, so did my memories. I could only imagine how heartbroken my father must be, losing his only daughter, and how scared my brother must be, fearing the day when the same fate will approach him.

As I blinked my eyes open, I was able to make out a team of 4 doctors standing above me, and I knew right away they weren't trying to help me, but to do the opposite instead. My hands and legs were chained to a table so firmly that I knew it wasn't going to be worth attempting to escape, but I tried anyway.

As I struggled, I heard a voice through the haze, filled with no emotion but a hint of excitement. "Patient #214 has awoken".

'Patient'. Ha. More like 'test subject'. The thought almost makes me laugh, but at that moment, I was too scared to do anything but stare.

"Commence experiment #7936," I overhear one of the doctors say, holding up a needle in one hand before sticking it deep into my arm.

Right away, I could tell this wasn't your ordinary vaccine. It hurt more than any pain I felt in my entire life, combined. It was so bad I almost wished they'd cut off my arm instead. From the corner of my eye, I could see my arm swelling and the veins puffing up and turning purple. The doctor to the right of me pulls a small surgical blade out of a cup of clear liquid, and I know what they're going to do next.

I struggled out "No!", even though I knew it wouldn't hurt any more than it already did.

I felt a sharp pain digging into my arm, cutting a wide gash, slicing through my skin and deep into my muscle before wedging my tissue up. And I thought it couldn't get much worse than the shot.

I longed for the glory of unconsciousness or even death, but it never welcomed me, despite the begging and pleading going on inside my head. All that came to me was the never-ending pain and the knowledge that I was helpless, that I couldn't do anything but scrunch my eyes shut and let the doctors rip my arm apart.

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Finally, after what felt like days, the pain had subsided. Still present, but it was bearable now. I don't remember much of what happened since the first cut into my arm. I opened my eyes, and to my relief, I was no longer in the hospital room, although it wasn't any better. I was trapped inside a small cage, not even big enough to lie down in without curling up into a ball. I was barely able to stand up in the enclosure, and I had nothing but a hospital gown covering my body. The thought that someone undressed me made me very uneasy, but I had a feeling it wouldn't be the first time someone sees me like that.

As I looked around me, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Everywhere I looked, there were rows and rows of cages, some empty, and some with girls barely recognizable as humans. The empty cages troubled me, knowing that these people, whoever they were, planned to use more innocent people as their guinea pigs. In the cages that were filled, everyone looked at me with jealousy, and I can only imagine why.

The women around me are missing hands, feet, eyes, ears, and some are even missing their breasts. Their hair is so knotted that there's no hope in ever untangling it. I can see the swollen purple, blue and red veins of everyone around me. In their eyes, I must have looked... perfect. I force myself to look away from them, but I know that I'm going to have to get used to it.

I let my gaze wander around the room, noticing a small window in the stone room. My mind immediately turns to escape, but it's much too small for that, roughly 12 inches wide and 7 inches tall. It is also closed off by a few iron bars, giving us the only glance we will ever see of the world. Staring out at the shockingly bright moon seems to distract me from the people staring around me. I fear if I return their gaze, I might burst into tears.

I was so hypnotized by the bright glow of the full moon that I didn't notice the dull pain in my left arm. I don't want to look at it, but my curiosity got the best of me. When I forced my eyes open, I was horrified at what I saw. What I hoped was just a cut was actually an itchy crater in my arm. There was an inch wide portion taken out of my arm, now scabbed up and trickling a little bit of blood.

I itched at the scab, but it only caused it to break open and bleed. I had blood all over my fingers and wiped it on my gown, leaving 4 dark red lines going down the front of it. I sighed, knowing it would probably be there forever because I doubted the doctors cared enough to wash our clothes. I looked around at the gowns of the people next to me, and they looked browner than they were blue and almost everyone had some sort of bloodstain on their clothes.

Hearing a rough wheezing noise next to me, I turn around and see a girl who must have been only 18 or 19, only a couple of years older than me. She looks like she has been here for quite a while, maybe a few years, even. Her black hair was more matted than any of the other girls I had seen, and I could point out all of the puffy, swollen veins on her mocha-colored skin. One of her eyes is a ghostly white, while the other is a bright, vibrant blue, which makes me wonder which one was actually experimented in.

A finger against her lips tells me to be silent, and that's when I hear a quiet crackling noise. I look at the girl, confused. She tilts her head toward the direction of the barred-off window, and that's when I notice that the brightness of the moon is too good to be true, and I almost see it ripple, like a sheet of plastic.

"It's a fake window" I whisper under my breath.

The girl nodded slowly, looking at the window for a brief second before turning back to me. She started moving and twisting her hand and fingers across her bruised body, and it took me a moment to realize she was talking in sign language. She was asking me if I knew sign language, to which I responded 'yes' to.

It reminded me of my grandmother, who taught me sign language when I was 10 year old, hoping she would be able to communicate with me that way, because she wasn't able to hear a word I said. It crushed my heart to think that I'd never see her again.

I was brought back into reality by the girl making a scissors motion across her neck, and my already-shattered heart broke into a million more pieces.

"They took out your vocal cords" I exclaimed, half disgusted and half-shocked at the same time.

She gave me a sad, slow nod, looking down to the ground. On her neck, I could see a thin white scar, and it looks like it's been there for a very long time, which makes me wonder how many years she has had to live through this torture. I could tell she knew all the secrets this place had to offer but was unable to share them all, due to the curse the doctor gave her, to all of them.

"Quit talking with the noob, Sage," a girl hisses loudly a few cages down.

The girl, Sage, nodded to acknowledge the girl, but kept her gaze on me, with determination in her eyes. She then scrunched her hands into fists, putting them on top of one another. In one swift motion, she moved her hands to their respective sides, opened up her fists, and slid her hands straight down. She then turned away to the other girl, leaving me wondering why anyone would call me their savior.

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