Let the experiments begin.

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TW/ Dark topic/content mentioned in this chapter please skip if you feel uncomfortable with reading. Also, Im editing a few chapters ahead and awww. That's all I can say, for now, enjoy!

My "father" began to walk over to the trolley containing metal tools for horrid things and clenched his jaw shaking his head in disapproval.

"None of these will do" he muttered "just skip straight to submersion in the tank," he remarked to Megan who sighed slightly in disappointment clearly.

"We are still going out for dinner tonight though right?" she queried, as I clamped my jaw shut and squeezed my eyes closed. This is torture all on its own. "Of course sweetheart hand me the Angromofition" he held out his hand as she sighed and walked over picking up a syringe filled with some sort of yellow substance.

He tapped the glass of the syringe and smiled as I began to thrash fear racking my body for that being injected into me.

"hold her" he growled at Megan who rushed over and clamped her hands firm on my left arm I'd fought to try and get free with "LET GO!" I cried angrily pulling away as he injected another vain in my forearm this time and I let out a yowl at the stab.

"This should work" he muttered stepping back and Morgan released my arm.

Instantly a feeling of pure shock hit me as my veins began to constrict and burn, my back arched as the pain collected all the way through my back muscles causing me to cry out and squirm.

I fought in my restraints as hard as I possibly could feeling my wrists sting just over the burning feeling flowing through me. I glanced through squinted eyes as my forehead creased in agony at Megan who looked positively stunned into her place "i-im going back to the penthouse now" she gasped out quickly running out of the room. 

Get back here you bitch! you wanted this to happen so dont chicken out now!

I screamed in pain as another shock flowed through my lungs this time. My breathing was ragged as my heart pounded in my ribcage begging to be released from its spot in my chest. My eyes stung from salty tears as my forehead beaded with sweat. I saw my father's evil disgusting grin as he stood before me with his arms crossed, I wanted to rip his face off with my bare teeth and the thoughts just kept coming.

I wanted to tear him limb from limb leaving him a crawling mess of blood and innards.

i wanted to throw him so hard into a wall all his bones would shatter leaving him a slump of skin.

i wanted to shred him to pieces with my claws ripping at his throat until he couldn't breathe.

I shook my head vigoursily at the dangerous threatening and feral thoughts that roamed my mind, what the hell am I thinking? snap out of it!

Eventually, a low growl rumbled from my throat so loud a glass vial broke across the room on another operating table. 

He glanced over with raised eyebrows at the shattered tube and then back to me with a curl of his lip in approval. I was huffing and panting as my lungs felt like they were on fire constricting every breath I took like I was forced between two walls and suffocating. I glanced down to see black claws sharp protruding from my nail's previous spaces.

A pain seared through where my tail bone should be before black furred sleek rounded end tail swished between my trapped legs and my hearing had picked up significantly. I let out a cry of pain as my joints clicked before the pain subsided randomly.

Then my gums began to hurt and I felt something sharp jab my lower lips, opening my mouth to stop it, I squinted and threw my head back when I saw him coming near through my blurry vision. Whats happening to me?!

He approached again with a clear liquid in his syringe as he jabbed it into my neck harshly, as I huffed out of consciousness I felt his hand sweep a strand of my dark hair out from my face "sleep tight my creation, you have a lot of blood to provide" I would have gagged had my body not felt so numb and my vision fading until complete darkness surrounded me entirely.

"Stop...please..."

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When I woke up I felt light, my eyes weren't open but It felt like I was floating, I went to turn and was surprised that I could do just that, my eyes opened and I was met with a blur. When I blinked and it didn't fade along with the darkness that surrounded me I began to panic.

My hands came up to my face to feel something stuck to it and as I frantically flailed looking for light my eyes landed on the square of it in front of me. I pushed myself toward it feeling like I wasn't touching the ground as my hands placed on some surface.

I was breathing heavily now, it sounded like I was...under water.

I pounded on the square only to realise that square was glass, the same glass I'd seen ont he cylinder moments ago. I let out a scream but it was muffled I looked down through the haze to see a tube connecting to what I was breathing through and I realised it was an oxygen mask.

I floated backwards, my eyes stung with whatevr was in this water and my hands clawed at my soft hair that was drifting with the water in tangles around me as I let out a strangled scared sob knowing no one could hear me as I sunk to the bottom and pulled my free'd limbs to my chest in a hopless act to regain some comfort.

Please someone help me.

I dont want to die here....

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When I woke up thankfully my breathing was alright and my vision was fine, actually it was more enhanced. My brows furrowed as I felt myself laying down on something on my side. My headcache was turning into a migrane as I shut my eyes trying to rid myself of it hopelessly.

Since I was slowly coming to I could feel my joints burning and hurting more than usual, the last time I had felt like this was when I forcefully shifted out of my cat form when I was sick at a younger age.

But It never came with pain this strong, it felt like my limbs were being pull off! I could only let out soft whimpers, but when I made those they didnt sound feminine, or human. 

They sounded like weak grunts and growls and the louder I made them the more my heart picked up its pace as I wondered who was making them. It took me a moment to realise they were from myself. 

I heard the sound of a large heavy door opening before steps, I wanted to move but my body refused as someone crouched infront of me. I froced my pupils to lock on an unfamilair white cloaked doctor like figure as the blonde woman narrowed her eyes at me.

Beofre she roughly grabbed my jaw and forced it open, I let out a loud growl that startled me but didnt nothing to phaze her as she threw in some sort of tablet and forced my mouth-no-muzzle closed.

My eyes widened when I began to tense up and the pill dissolved on my tonuge leaving a harsh chemical taste. My body felt tingly as I convulsed and the woman blurred as I lost control of my body and my head was dropped back onto the hard ground.

I wondered as I supposedly seized on the floor alone exactly what the team was up to, had they noticed I was missing? did they care? did anyone care?

After a while my hope began to dimisnish here as 1 day turned into more than enough. I dont think they're coming for me. I let out a series of sobs and whines but I dont know if they ever left my mouth or I was just hoping they were.

Either way I was encased in darkenss, one I'd come to embrace now since being surrounded by it so frequently. It was like a terrifying hug, In a way it'd grown comfroting to be in as a light would usually flicker on or shine in the room if someone came in. So therefore in the dark I knew I was left to myself. 

I wasnt being stabbed or grabbed in the dark, I was being blanketed by it, and as I came out of my terrifying convulsing and i regained a sense of feeling in my body I used that to curl myself tighter into a ball and pretend I was in another life.

A better one.  Because this one was horrible.

I havent seen "dad" for the past few experiments on me, only really the first day I was brougth in. I wondered if he felt guilty for a moment but shook that off as soon as it came, of course he wouldnt be.

I assume it was the small prickle of hope in my chest that told me to keep going, that someone out there would put an end to my suffering. But at this point the best thing for me seemed like a bullet between my eyes.

Yeah maybe it is a dark sentiment, just like this disgusting cramped room, but when you cant take it anymore and want the pain to end you'll think of any way possible that it could come about and the latter seemed to be the most legitimate options right about now.

Where one half urged for death to encase me the other said It wasn't worth it, there was a life beyond these concrete walls. But that life was fading, and I was beginning to loose my sense of reality with it.

I see them take vials of my blood, I wonder when they realise I wont have anymore how they'll dispose of me.

Only time will tell, and I've got plenty of it to waste away.


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