A sudden beam of light hit the face of the mutant as she raised her head from the floor.
"Get up. You know your routine."
The lady looked down at the child, her expression as flat as northern Germany, her gaze as cold as the water deep down the fishers hole in a swedish lake.
The girl obeyed, making her way up from the floor she had been lying on, previously. Unable to properly use her hands as a tool of gaining balance due to the heavy shackles that were put around them.
She was used to it. She had grown to all of this.
One would assume that at some point, she would be numb to the pain that was induced to her on a daily basis yet this wasn't the case.
Occasionally, she could see the sun rise or set, she was unable to tell for sure, behind a wall of glass seperating her from the world outside. Freedom, she craved, had been taken from her a long time ago.
The woman dragged her along the cold, bare hallways to a room she had been put in on a daily basis for the past 12 years, just to be exposed to a variety of tests that were both quite painful and dangerous. Yet she didn't have a choice.
She had no say. No rights to complain or to speak, make a sound, cry.
Her golden orbs mirrored from the little bullet-proof window that would give passengers in the tract a chance to get a glimpse of her sufferring she was put through, as she was lead in the testing room.
Her only way of showing rebellation was to not make any attempts to take a glance at anyone. None of these surrounding her deserved a sign of weakness.
Her gaze was focused on the tiles of the floor.
She didn't care if they thought of her that she was too scared to look them in the eyes. She knew she would take whatever fate would offer her. Silently, not offering anyone a glimpse at the tiny bit of hope to one day achieve the craved freedom that her golden orbs kept within them, still.
She sat down. The door closed.
