Flight or Fight

6. The Bonds We Share

You awoke quicker than he had expected, groaning as you slowly regained feeling over your body. The cold metallic flooring beneath you made your skin crawl, shivering from the temperature difference. You moaned in pain as you tried to roll over to find that you were being restrained across your ankles, wrists, and stomach. Your head was spinning, your eyes blurred from the blinding lights above you. As your mind began to sharpen on your surroundings, you found yourself on an operating table in one of the labs of the factory.

Blinking several times, you heard a voice fill the otherwise silence. Struggling to search for the source of the voice you noticed the man slouched down over a table, documenting his findings through his writing and voice recording. You knew it was Heisenberg talking, but you were so out of it, you had no idea what he was actually talking of.

Your voice was raspy, struggling to let out your words with how dry it felt. "Hey!" you tried to yell, but it came out as a weak and pathetic attempt to get his attention. As per usual for him, he paid you no mind and continued whatever it was he was doing, noting that he had some big jar on the table beside him, but the murky contents made it hard for you to see what it was from where you were.

"Oi!" you mustered up the energy to say. Nothing. No response. "Bastard!" you gritted your teeth as you yelled your weak insult, only this time, it did get a reaction from him. His voice died out as you heard a click. His pen dropped against the metal table, for a blade to then swoosh past your head and cut deep into one of your forearms.

You let out as big of a scream as you could, struggling to move and suppress the pain, balling your hand into a fist. Your eyes stared in horror at the blood that oozed out, to then be horrified when you realised you were only in his pair of boxers as well. The man pushed himself up and walked over to you slowly, stopping by your injury. You knew he had inflicted it on you with his abilities as he glared down at you. You were so vulnerable.

His gloved hand gently grazed above the injury, his gloved fingers tracing the length of the cut, for him to suddenly apply pressure around it. You hissed in pain as he gave a sadistic laugh.

"If you just keep your cake hole shut, then I won't be so inclined to harm you." He scoffed, releasing you out of his grip.

You cried at the release of his grip, muttering under your breath insults towards him. Tears betraying you as they raced down your cheeks, until you noticed the pain was subsiding. Your eyes glanced down to see the wound already healing itself back up, peaking Heisenberg's interest as he continued his voice recording.

From what you could tell, he was documenting whatever the hell had been happening to you since you came here. Subject 98. No name, just a number. You already felt dehumanised as it was, the more he spoke about you on the recording just reinforced it. You were nothing more than an experiment to these people, but from the way he spoke, he seemed positive about the outcome. You were a success. A success, alive and still conscious of everything. You assumed it hadn't happened before, cringing when you wondered if that meant 97 others before you were tested on and failed to adapt like you did.

You closed your eyes, hoping this existence was just a horrible nightmare and you'd be waking back up in the town you had started in, before the conversation with that woman. You regretted not communicating more with your family and what friends you did have. Would any of them even come looking for you? Then again, you kind of hoped they wouldn't if it meant they would become subjects here as well.