𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 |𝐌𝐱𝐌𝐱𝐌|

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3rd person

"He is a dumb kid. Useless, I sent you for a child with potential, not a brain dead 6 year old."

"Ma'am I assure you, he's the best. Born to two very special alphas. He's the purest you'll ever find."

"I doubt that. The child is 6 and can not even speak." The woman with jet black hair said as she gripped his chin with much force, causing the boy to fight against the woman's hold.

"Speak child." The woman with deadly eyes demanded. The curly hair boy shook his dead violently.

To one corner, the brown haired woman stood, clutching her clipboard to her chest as she watched the scene unfold in front of her.

Inside, she was mentally screaming for the woman to release the child. She wanted nothing more than to use the clip board as a beating board. That would've been bad, though. The child would see and probably start crying.

"See," the woman with raven hair turned to her personal assistant, her pointy nails digging into the boys skin.
"Fucking useless." She said pushing the small child until he landed on the glass table behind him, shattering it in the process.

The personal assistant screamed in fright as she saw the boy fall back. The child eyes slowly closed, and the black haired woman walked closely to him as crimson red blood slowly pooled around the boy's head.

"Ma'am, this is murder -" the PA tried to plead to the cold hearted woman who stood over an unconscious maybe dead child.

"This is a test, Florence. If this boy is so special he should gave no problem healing from these wounds."

"And if not?" Florence asked.

"Then we find another, and we repeat."

Florence was terrified to say the least, for herself, for the boy that was bleeding to death and for the next child who had to undergo this again.

She knew deep down that she was powerless, it was a dog eat dog world, and she was unfortunately a cat to these dogs.

The sound of glass clashing together grabbed their attentions and Florence, with a heavy heart looked towards the boy. He was standing, wobbly but nevertheless he was alive and breathing.

"Oh,"

"Well isn't this something, a bit too slow but we'll work on it." The raven hair woman said.

Without warning the woman spun to Florence who jumped a little. "Grab the boy, show him to his new home." The woman said throwing her hands in the air as she began to walk away.

Once Florence's boss was out of sight the tiny PA, rushed over to boy trying her best not to get pricked by any glass.

"Are you okay?" She asked patting the boy down.

When the small woman finally remembered that the child could not speak she closed her eyes and sighed in embarrassment.

"Sorry," She offered looking down at the boy, his eyes were glossed over and she could see the water works coming.

"I'll show you to your room. Surely you can hear me. Please give me a sign or something, please." She begged the small child but got nothing but watery eyes and a big pout.

"Fine, come." She said as she gripped the little boys small wrist and slighty tugged him out of the white room into the hallway.

Entering the long hallway, Florence softly tug the boy to his new room. Inside she was a bit sad.

This was only the beginning to a few years of pain for this boy.

"Here we are." The PA said with much enthusiasm, as she stopped in front of a brown door.