[Subject D-32 had been held captive for so long that time had become nothing short of meaningless. It certainly felt like he'd been kept here for longer than just a few days, or even weeks. It didn't seem to matter one way or the other. But even though the time spent, as well as the tests performed on his body so thorough that they had managed to warp and even destroy much of his memory in some places, he couldn't forget his time here at all.
The first few days had been the worst. Possibly more grueling than the actual testing and subsequent transformations themselves. He'd been distraught, hysterical even as he fought against his captors, but it wasn't long until he'd been pumped so full of sedative drugs that he could scarcely do more than breathe and move his eyes. Honestly, he wasn't sure his body had been running at full capacity since that day. Everything felt so...slow. As if time itself were halted in this place. No one ever came for him. No one must have cared for one missing boy whose own name had been scrubbed out of mind and spoken word to further pull his identity away. So long as he remained a letter and a couple digits, the inhumane acts performed on him seemed less...well.
Inhumane.
He couldn't understand the purpose of the mirrors. Why continue to show him this visage, this...monster that they'd created? Was it to remind him of what use he had to these people? How insignificant he was as nothing more than an elaborately expensive experiment? Sometimes he wondered if they would destroy him once they were done playing with him and experimenting to see just how far they could push the limits of human ingenuity.
His body ached, constantly. New things appeared by the week. He just wanted to sleep.
Today is the same as all of the rest. Mind numbing and pointless. Even the attempts of the doctor to try to keep the "boy"'s spirits up had eventually ceased to do anything for him. He couldn't find pleasure or any real enjoyment when he knew that the moment he tried to have a brief respite, it would be back for more tests. He has no reason to think today will be any different.]
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The first few days had been the worst. Possibly more grueling than the actual testing and subsequent transformations themselves. He'd been distraught, hysterical even as he fought against his captors, but it wasn't long until he'd been pumped so full of sedative drugs that he could scarcely do more than breathe and move his eyes. Honestly, he wasn't sure his body had been running at full capacity since that day. Everything felt so...slow. As if time itself were halted in this place. No one ever came for him. No one must have cared for one missing boy whose own name had been scrubbed out of mind and spoken word to further pull his identity away. So long as he remained a letter and a couple digits, the inhumane acts performed on him seemed less...well.
Inhumane.
He couldn't understand the purpose of the mirrors. Why continue to show him this visage, this...monster that they'd created? Was it to remind him of what use he had to these people? How insignificant he was as nothing more than an elaborately expensive experiment? Sometimes he wondered if they would destroy him once they were done playing with him and experimenting to see just how far they could push the limits of human ingenuity.
His body ached, constantly. New things appeared by the week. He just wanted to sleep.
Today is the same as all of the rest. Mind numbing and pointless. Even the attempts of the doctor to try to keep the "boy"'s spirits up had eventually ceased to do anything for him. He couldn't find pleasure or any real enjoyment when he knew that the moment he tried to have a brief respite, it would be back for more tests. He has no reason to think today will be any different.]