7681 [COMPLETED]

Felka

Her head pounded. Her body shivered. The pain, so much pain. Where was she? She couldn't open her eyes. Where was everyone? Her family...were they okay? What happened? It was quiet, why was it quiet? All the questions ran through her mind as she tried to open her eyes. It took some effort, because the pain wanted to drag her back into her subconscious. She felt that she was lying down. But where? Nausea came with it and she felt short of breath. In the distance she heard muffled voices coming closer. Who were they? Why couldn't she see anything? Oh, the pain! Someone grabbed her arm and she felt a sharp pain. What was that? A prick? Is she in a hospital? Does that mean my fa-. Her thoughts drifted away as her subconscious took her with her.

She woke up once more, but this time her j. Her head was still pounding and she still felt slightly nauseous, but she could now think clearly and sort things out. She looked around the square, white, and stuffy room. She herself sat on the floor, opposite the bed. She had nothing else. Everything was white, even her clothes. A large glass wall that allowed her to see into the hallway and the cells across from her, where no one was in them. Everything was so perfect, so neat that it irritated her greatly. She looked at her arm that had some bandages around it to clot the blood. The same arm where I think she had gotten the shot earlier, but she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure about anything, except that she was somewhere you didn't want to be. She sighed and got up to lie in the bed. That's no better than the floor either. She thought, but was still swept away in her dreams.

"Vne! Out!" Varya woke up at the voice and quickly looked at the glass wall. She saw a man and a 'scientist' standing there, but they were not there for her. In the cell next to her she heard a girl crying and saying something in Polish that she could not understand. It's that the man said the same thing first in Russian and then in English, otherwise she wouldn't have understood that either. "TOROPIT'SYA! HURRY UP!" Varya saw the man turn red and raise his gun. However, he didn't have to do anything anymore, a little girl, no more than six years old, became visible in front of her. The girl was pale and covered in bruises. The man dragged the child away and now they stood right in front of her cell studying the child. Varya watched as the girl had her beautiful black hair falling down her neck and her hazel eyes were teary. When she looked at her arm she saw a brand number. 3754. She looked at her own bandaged arm. It was both on the right, maybe she too had something like that. Varya was pulled from her thoughts when she heard the girl scream. She saw the child being dragged away as the girl shouted, "NO! Proszę, nie!" Which Varya could only guess meant something like "No, please, no."

They ended up in another room with an operating bed, all kinds of surgical supplies and what looked like iron for a brand. Varya felt herself stiffen. She immediately knew what that meant, but before she could do anything she was roughly pushed over and someone held his foot on her back while she lay on the ground. "Mr. Damien, she's ready" she heard someone say. "Fine, hold her tight." Just as the person she suspected was Damien finished speaking, her bandages were quickly ripped off with scissors and a hot iron was applied. She screamed, kicked and tried to get away from the terrible pain, but she couldn't. She was much less strong and simply didn't stand a chance. After a while, which seemed like an eternity to Varya, the iron was removed from her arm. Varya shut the hell up, numb from the pain, letting everyone do what they wanted. For her, the world became blurrier with each touch on her aching arm, until she finally fainted for real. Her number was 7681.

The following days had a similar routine. The girl sitting opposite her now (her neighbor at first) was called Felka Marcelina Zajac. The girl had been there for more than a year now, but she was still a very sweet child. Fortunately, she understood and spoke English, so they were able to communicate well with each other. As time went by, she felt like a big sister to Felka and tried to do everything to make things better for the girl. But Varya was acutely aware that she had no choice but to leave. She just didn't know how, but that changed until exactly 2 months after her 'captivity' she discovered something terrible. It was the time where they got their breakfast, old bread with sometimes butter on it and a glass of water, but Felka got nothing. Varya had noticed lately that Felka was getting a lot of meat, but also that it seemed that she was getting food at other times. Before she could think about it any further a group of men arrived, Damien, who she now knew who it was and another man. It looked like it had been tortured judging by its appearance. They stopped in front of Felka's cell and before Varya could say anything to Felka, the glass wall was opened, the man was thrown in and the glass wall was closed again. Varya watched in horror as Felka attacked the man and immediately sunk her teeth into his neck. The man, weakened by all the injuries, could not do much and Felka tore him apart piece by piece. The screams echoed through the halls and only when the 'scientists', especially Damien, were satisfied did they open the glass wall again and push Felka into a corner to remove the poor man's remains. They just didn't manage to take everything with them, so some of the intestines were still there, which Felka then ate.

Only after this event did Varya understand where she was. A laboratory to create 'superpowers'. Apparently Felka had managed to ensure that she could eat and digest human body parts. They did this by experimenting a lot and slowly feeding her raw meat. Varya herself was also experimented on, but she hoped it wasn't that. She didn't want to be a cannibal. Out of everything she could think of, she really didn't want that.