Chapter 13

Zailah

They hadn't strapped me down before, and I didn't like it. The younger doctor gave me the creeps, and when Dr Lawrence left to get his notebook, Michael put his hand on my leg. I glared at him, but everyone had a remote for my damn collar. He slid his hand up my thigh until he pulled my T-shirt up to my belly.

“How about you let me fuck you, and I might take it easy on you?”

he said as he touched my pussy.

He was middle-aged with a receding hairline, yet he looked like a sad nerd still living with his mother.

“How about you go home and fuck your wife?”

I snapped back at him since he wore a wedding ring.

I flinched when he pushed his fingers inside me. The friction was unpleasant since I was bone dry.

“When I get the opportunity, I’m going to fuck you up. No one in this facility gives a damn about your life,”

he said angrily as he pulled his fingers out of me.

“Is this the only way you can get hard, you worthless cunt?”

I spat at him, but he activated the collar, and I groaned in pain before my body went rigid as the electricity coursed through me.

My body shuddered as he continued to shock me. When he stopped, I was panting for air. Dr Lawrence stood watching us with a frown.

“We aren't starting with the electricity, Michael,”

he said before putting his notebook down and gloves on.

He lifted a large metal skewer that reminded me of a knitting needle. I glanced at Michael, who was putting his gloves on. Michael took pulled my T-shirt up to my breasts.

“Aim for the pancreas and then one kidney,”

Dr Lawrence said as he picked up his notebook and began to flip through pages.

“No! What the fuck,”

I said as I struggled against the leather straps.

Michael smiled at me, and I felt the sharp prick of the needle push into me above my stomach. I let out a shrill scream as I felt the pain inside of me. Dr Lawrence stuck me with a needle, took some blood from my arm, and moved away. Tears rolled down my face as Michael moved the needle around inside of me until I began to sob. By the time Lawrence came back, Michael had pulled the needle out.

“Okay, now the kidney,”

Lawrence said and as I began to beg them to stop, Michael shanked my kidney with his skewer.

The pain was so severe that I felt sick and wished they had zapped me with the collar instead.

Dr Lawrence took blood again and told him to take the needle out. I moaned weakly as they removed it.

“Get the MRI on her and see how quickly her cells and organs repair themselves before we try it with the silver needle. Make sure she doesn't pass out, or the data will be irrelevant,”

he said as he came and began to wipe the blood away.

I felt it dripping down my side, and I closed my eyes as I tried to breathe through the pain. My eyes fluttered open as I grunted at the stabbing pain on my side.

Michael came over with a machine, and Lawrence moved out of the way to allow him to place it over my wounds while I felt the blood continue to flow out of the puncture wounds.

“My offer still stands,”

he whispered.

I glanced at Lawrence, and he stood looking into a microscope. I clenched my teeth together as the pain slowly began to ebb away.

They tested me with the silver needle thirty minutes later, only this time, I didn't heal, and the wound continued to bleed.

Michael took me back to the cell but pushed me inside until I fell onto the floor. I moaned and held onto my bandaged wounds.

“Think about what I said. I’m going to enjoy working with you,”

he said with a snide smile.

During that week, I learned that my wounds healed within twenty minutes, but when silver skewers were used, it took days to heal from the internal damage they caused fully.

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It was during my third week that they injected a microscopic dose of liquid silver into me. This time, I had vomited everywhere and felt as if I were having a heart attack. Every muscle in my body ached, and at times, there was a burning sensation on the inside and out. They did this every single day but increased the silver dosage until I felt as if I could no longer function. The vomiting and an upset stomach came as part of the symptoms. I sometimes could barely walk, eat or form words as I felt confused. I was being poisoned to death with silver. Remus knew what the procedures were, and I hadn't seen him since he dropped me off at the facility.

Michael would paw at some part of my body. My anger grew at being helpless, each time unable to defend myself. Dr Lawrence caught him and told him to behave professionally.

Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with these people? Kidnapping, forced experiments and torture were okay, yet molestation wasn't. Is that where the ‘good’ doctor drew the line?

When I was at my lowest, that was when Michael attacked me. After he took me to my room, he pushed me onto the bed. When I tried to kick him off, he moved away and shocked me continuously. I jerked around on the bed like a fish out of water. The familiar burning pain around my neck worked its way down my body.

“Dr Lawrence left for the day. It’s just you and me now, and I’m here to collect,”

he said as he continued to shock me.

I could feel myself beginning to black out, and I started to cry, thinking of my Mum. It would just be better if I were with her because I couldn’t take the daily torture any longer. I felt Michael spread my legs as he rummaged around with his trousers. Heartless evil monsters surrounded me.

If I couldn't escape, I would find a way to die because I couldn't do this for another month, let alone 8 months to 2 years. My head suddenly exploded with a splitting pain.

Yes, I would welcome death.