'A-ah!'
"Would you like to proceed?"
A cold expression gazed upon my pitiful state.
I was pleading in my mind.
But the following words shattered my fantasy.
"Proceed with the experiment."
'M—ma'am…please!'
My voice shattered in silence.
My limbs—gone.
My will—gone
I became a doll.
A doll for games.
The cold edge of the knife was still fresh in my mind.
The piercing of the syringe bore a hole in my memory.
The blinding lights shone brightly on my eyes.
I could feel it.
I could feel every single cut they made on my body.
Every poke of a needle.
Every word they said they'd do to me.
I was scared. It was the most scared I felt.
I couldn't shout. I couldn't move.
All I did?
Was to feel every single wound.
My blood pouring.
The numbing coldness of the knife edge.
I want to escape.
I want to be free!
But all I could do….
Was shout.
Without a sound.