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13. Million Dollar Question

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*+Lucinda Whyte+*

Everything is going as planned.

Her nature has resulted in Subject A6 telling Subject A5 about her time spent at the WICKED headquarter. I did not think this course of action in terms of the Variables was necessary, but AD Janson was very persistent.

Subject A5 will break, but not by the methods in which Subject A6 was informed. She was told she would have to do it.

That is partially true, but what Janson has in mind is a little more inhumane.

His idea, is that, if we send her back physically broken, on top of her already being mentally broken, Subject A5 may begin to lose hope, along with the other Subjects.

They want to see who can be resilient, and make it through. They want to see how their brains react to seeing one of their weakest members at their lowest.

'Hurting the weakest may be the key to breaking the strongest', Janson had said.

I felt the urge to go against what he had said, but I knew that would only get me removed from that section of our studies. I need to watch over them.

My daughter and son are all I have left. I can't lose them like I lost their father.

I just hope that the Chancellor will stop him.

Putting these children through the Trials is one thing, causing them direct physical pain is a whole other ballgame.

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Lori and Janson stand there, staring each other down.

What I would give to crush his shuck face, she thinks to herself.

She can barely think straight, as her anger towards this man and what he stands for, runs thick through her veins.

With a small smirk, Janson breaks contact.
"Sorry to ruin your little game, but we must be going. So much to do, so little time."

He begins to walk, and the security guards follow, dragging Lori along with them.

They finally stop at a door, which is wide open. One peek inside, and she feels like she is having her stomach ripped straight out of her body.

The white room. It looked exactly like this.

Panic is a monstrosity. It burns inside our very hearts, and eats away at our minds, until we're left a mess in the corner.

That's how Lori felt when she set her eyes upon the pristinely disgusting room.

"No. No, you're not doing this to me again. Please, I did as I was told, I stayed away from him."

Jansen shook his head, "Unfortunately, any actions we take have to be run by our Chancellor. Please take a seat, whilst you wait for her."

With a swift flick of his wrist, the guards nod, before pushing her into the room.
Slamming the door shut behind her.

Lori runs to the door, slamming her fists into it over and over again.

It takes a while for her to give in, sliding down the door's cool, barely even dented surface. She shakily turns her hands over, palms down to assess the damage.