Inhumane

Chapter 2

My hair is falling out. I look at the lock of my hair in my hand that just fell out from my scalp and just toss it on to the floor of my cell.

Hmm guess the shampoo didn't work.

I lay in my bed that pretty much feels like a rock but I don't mind and look up to the ceiling light above me.

So bright.

My cell is pretty plain, there's really nothing special in here, just my toilet and bed. Other people here have posters and TVs and other crap, but I just like to keep things simple, it's not like I need those things anyways.
A buzz sound goes off and my gate opens and Mike comes walking in. My breakfast is here.

Finally I'm starving.

I'm not allowed to leave my cell without an escort so I'm used to people walking into my cell all the time.

" Hey Yo I brought your breakfast" he sticks out his arm and dangles a dead piglet from its legs and tosses it to me and I catch it.

"You know I do get tired of eating the same thing all the time." I groan.

"I'll tell the staff from the cafeteria to change your meals then but for now eat." Mike winks at me and just watches me take a bite from the pigs belly.
I tear it's skin off with my teeth and and start digging for its intestines with my fingers, I like starting with that first. Mike turns away as soon as I start to dig in, I guess he doesn't like the way I eat, but it's their fault for never teaching me to eat with a knife and fork.

"So umm do you think the shampoo they recommended for you worked? " he asks awkwardly.

I take one big gulp from the pig's blood.
"My hair is falling out." I point to the lock of hair that fell out earlier and the blood from the pig starts to drip from my fingers, I lick it and continue eating.

"Damn it. We were certain it would work this time."

Frustrated, he brushes his hair back and writes down my result in his clipboard. I like seeing Mike all flustered it humors me a bit.
The pig's belly is empty and I move to its arms and legs and start by twisting the legs off and start to eat, Mike finally turns back to my way with a disgusted look on his face.

"You know since we injected you with the drug to become immune to not get sick or die from eating raw meat and blood, that's the only thing you eat now. What does it taste like exactly? " his face is filled with curiosity.

"It tastes bitter, the flesh and blood is hot and warms my throat whenever I swallow. It's fat tastes sweet, it's veins are like swallowing noodles, it's bones are like tooth picks to get the flesh out of my teeth after eating and it-"

I stop and realize that he wasn't even listening to me because he started to throwing up on my floor.

Guess I shouldn't have shown a demonstration while explaining the taste. My bad.

" Oy, you better clean that up. I hate cleaning up after other people's shit."

I scowl at him.
He gets up from the floor and chuckles.

"Damn you sure can be very specific about shit." He says while wiping the vomit off his lip.

"After your finished I'm taking you to the chair, they wanna check out how your little noggin is doing so far."

Shit not the chair

I think out of all the tests they do on me this is the worst. They electrocute me for god knows how many times to get a abnormal reaction from my brain. But I can't say no otherwise they'll whip me or pull out my teeth and pull it out again when they grow back.