HERE IN THE DARK | ONE-SHOTS |

|1| Test Subject: HESW-00

Contest Entry for the Dark tournament (March 2022) organised by WattpadDarkFantasy

Prompt used: 2

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It hurts. So much.

Why am I here?

I opened my eyes to look around only to find the dull, white, suffocating walls surrounding me, staring back at me lifelessly, like I laid there right now, just like every other time I'm being tortured here.

I groaned in pain as I tried to move my temporarily paralyzed limbs, which were still bound to restraints digging deep into my flesh.

As I began to regain some of my consciousness and started to feel a little better, I decided that I had to get out of here or they would end up killing me.

I needed to get out of here. I didn't know what they'd do to me now that all the experiments were successful. Hell, even I had no idea what they had experimented on me with.

All I was aware of was that I couldn't take it anymore. The continuous pain, the continuous mutilation of my body parts, only for them to heal and grow back themselves, injected with venom of various venomous animals from box-jellyfish to king cobra and black mamba, only for it to be rendered neutralised within minutes of them taking effect. The initial effects are excruciating, almost bringing me near to the death's door but never killing me.

That's why I was the perfect test subject for the outrageous human experiments.

I was a human freak. That much I knew very well.

I pretended to be unconscious when I heard the door to the special lab, in which I was currently in, open.

My torturers, the two mad scientists to whom I was sold to for the "better of humanity", entered and were talking about the horrific future trials they were going to conduct on me continuing their scientific methods of madness.

I needed to get out of here before they decided to slaughter me like a guinea pig, not that I wasn't one already.

As they were busy talking, I was being dressed by a nurse and put on the cold stretcher to be rolled out to my confinement zone.

As soon as I was locked in and made sure I was alone, I sat up, removed the IVs and various organ monitors attached to me.

Standing up I look around my bare and empty room, with nothing but machines, trying to find anything sharp which will help me defend myself.

Failing to find anything, I decided to take the needles. Still not to my full strength, I grabbed the needles and tried to pick the lock, only failing every time since I have no idea how to do it. But I kept at it for more than 30 minutes with no luck, when I finally decided to give up.

In frustration, I curled up my fist tightly, with the needles in my fist, piercing the palm of my hand.

I hissed and unfurled my fist only to find the metallic needles in my hands, melted into liquid, which was slowly starting to corrode the longer I held it in my palm.