Subject 3033...(BWAM, Sci-fi Romance, 18+)

Chapter Twenty Eight

My eyes flutter open, but instantly shut at the intensity of the illuminations flooding the room. Fear, fresh fear grips me, chokes me, constricts my air passage, as past accounts recollect, one after the other.  I make attempts to sit up straight, only for the realization to dawn. I am sat in an electrocution chair, wrists and ankles strapped to the seat.

Before me, is a spotlight, with blinding rays directed towards my face. They will punish me for my transgressions, she will punish me, but the knowledge, is the least of my concerns. Gradually, painfully slow, memories of Noe and my mother swirl through and engulf my mind.

"Siobhan! Siobhan you venom-spitting snake! Where is my mother! Where is Noe!"
No response, no answers from halls beyond the titanium walls, just the eery quietness.

"Answer me! Where is my mother, where is Noe!"
Electric currents, much more powerful than anything I have ever felt in all my living, bolt through my venations, from my toes to the hairs on my head, and I shriek, yanking on the leather straps, until the electrocution simmers down.

I gulp for air, breath deeply, struggling to keep from breaking down. No, I will not grant them the joy of seeing me shatter! My ears pick the soft sound of doors sliding open and closing shut, followed closely by the clinking of heels against marble floors. Immediately, the rays of the glaring spotlight turn off.

The seat turns, granting me the opportunity to finally meet my creator; a foe, Siobhan. Her facial expressions are pure blankness, her eyes glassy as always, and arms, folded behind her back.
"Subject 3033, at long last. You are here now," she begins, reaching a hand to feel for my unruly locks of hair.

"I.want.to.see.my.mother.and.I.want.
to.see.Noe!" I grit, glaring up in her direction.
"You are in no position to make demands. You escaped from the labs, broke the number one rule I'd put in place especially for you, subject 3033."
I jerk in my seat, despite the tearing and the bleeding of my wrists.
"Do not call me that, Siobhan. My name is Harlow Tallu..."

Another jolt of electricity courses through my blood, and despite the straps, my back arches involuntarily.
"My name is Miss. Siobhan, and yours is subject 3033. With that aside, my scientists are here to conduct tests on you. If you comply, you get to speak with your beloved lover."
At the sound of him coming from the demon incarnate female, my heartbeats rapidly increase.

"Where is he? Where is he!"
She gazes down at me, just gazes, with pursed lips.
"Unconscious, and in this very room. You want to see him? Go ahead."
She struts her way to the side, and on the other end, is Noe, who is unconscious and lain on a slanting operation bed, strapped as I am, with numerous blades of different sizes, gleaming and directed towards his abdomen and chest cavity, from the ceiling.

"You recall what happened when you decided to foolishly escape? Your mother had to pay, and is still paying a hefty prize for your sins."
"Go to hell, Siobhan! You told me she was dead! You deceived me, granted me tortures far worse than physical maltreatment!"
She says nothing, speaks nothing, simply spins on her heel, and faces the metal doors, awaiting someone's presence.

Two men clad in lab coats walk in, briefcases clutched in their palms, and exchange glances at the poisonous rattle snake; Siobhan.
"What tests should we run on her, madam?"

"Tests on her blood, confirm if it's contaminated, confirm her blood pressure, tests on her internal organs, her lungs, her heart palpitations, and finally, I want you to run fertility tests on her, check whether she is with child, whether she's copulated with the lad."

They only nod theirs heads, matching up to where I am sat. Pressing buttons on the seat, it begins to levitate a little higher, lengthening into a bed of sorts, and leaning backwards, till my face is now towards the ceiling. One of the two, a short bald, clutches a transducer in his palm, then runs it over my body, from head, gradually, to my feet, whilst staring up the now hovering stereoscopic image, while the other, simply dictates results on his tablet device.