Perfect (Rewrite)

Chpater Fifty Eight

Her room was cold that night, colder than it ever had been. She couldn't fall asleep; she wouldn't allow herself to, sleeping made her vulnerable. Melanie pulled herself up agains the wall and looked all around the room. She was back in the white padded one, the one she grown to hate yet love so much. It was the worst place ever, except it was better than others, better than the one with the machines. Better than the one where she received her strikes.

Melanie scowled at the slowly opening door; a guard entered the room and unlocked her chains. He held a prod out, making sure she saw it, making sure she knew her boundaries. He pulled her up to her feet and helped her down the hallway. They made a few turns before arriving at the same door she had seen before, the one with a face scanner. The man took his mask off and then dragged her along into the unfamiliar path ahead of them.

They entered a room, and Melanie stared at the metal table in front of her. She wanted to turn around and run, but she knew others had followed them down the hall and they were waiting for her to try anything she could be punished for. It was their game, their fun. She climbed onto the table carelessly and hooked the first restraint around her own wrist. The guard hooked the other four around her limbs; Melanie instinctively pulled against them after the final click. He let out a small chuckle as he watched her, then in an instant, he was gone.

Melanie found herself drifting to sleep in the comforting warmness of the room. Her eyes fluttered shut, and then the door slammed closed. She tried to jump up, but gravity won and pulled her back down to the table. Her head hit the metal hard; she winced in agony. A new man had entered the room, and he wasn't wearing anything she was used to seeing. No uniform, no mask, no terrified or creepy face. He was normal, the first one she had seen in a long time.

"Sir," She tried, catching her thoughts from falling out of her skull. "Can you help me out of these?" Melanie lifted her wrists as if he would actually take them off of her. He gave her a smirk in reply and shook his head; then he retrieved a clipboard from a counter and walked back to the side of the table and sat on a stool.

"Your heart rate seems to jump easily," He told her. "It isn't very good for what I intended, but I think I can work you in just fine."

"What are you talking about?" Melanie asked, keeping her eyes trained on him. She didn't even want to blink; she knew it was dangerous to let him out of her sight.

"I think you're going to like this assignment."

"Really, now?" Melanie questioned with her own smirk. "What makes you say that?"

"You have a lot of potential," The man said before holding his hand out; he took hers and shook it carefully. "I would like to put it to good use."

"And what if I say no?"

"This isn't a choice