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Chapter 3

The Year: 2014

Jasmine's POV

"Arrrrrrrrrrgh," I scream for the millionth time. I sob quietly after the shock wears off.

This had been going on for more than an hour; electrocuting me, then leaving the shock to wear off, and then repeating the process.

I was strapped down to a metal chair with leather straps. The chair was what gave me the shocks. Several scientists with notebooks stood nearby taking notes on my blood pressure, heart rate, e.t.c.

Along with the chair, I had a blood pressure thingy on my arm, a canula in my hand and some sort of brain cap placed on my cranium.

"Ok, enough for today, Phillip, take her back to the bedroom," orders Professor Davies. A guy in his late twenties comes over from where a group of scientists are discussing sciency things. He pulls off all the restraints and hoists me over his shoulder, in a less graceful way than how Matt picked me up. I'm not complaining though, I don't think I could walk even if I tried.

This time when the bedroom door is opened, everyone looks at me in complete and utter despair. Phillip drops me unceremoniously onto the bed I was on before and promptly leaves without a word to anyone.

Everyone was silent as I pulled the sheets on the bed over my quivering body. No one comes over to me as I lay down my head and try to fall asleep. I stiffen as I feel someone stroke my hair out of my face, they shh's me and I slowly relax, thinking that it was probably Abbigail since I can't think of anyone else that would do this to me.

I fall asleep quickly with the knowledge that at least someone in this hellhole cares for my wellbeing.

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I wake up to loud banging ementaing in the room. I open my eyes slowly and see that every girl that was in here is getting up from their individual beds. I groan and try to pull myself up, but the effort is in vain. My body aches from yesterday's ordeal and every single muscle in my body feels like it's been set on fire and left to burn.

I flop back onto the bed (not like I was out of it anyway). The annoying bell stops ringing, completed is it's job to wake everyone up. The peacefulness lasted about three seconds before someone leaned down into my face, making me jump from the sudden intrusion of my personal space. The light above me was in my eyes so I couldn't see who the person was; I had only been here a few hours, I shouldn't be able to point out people by their face shape.

"Up and at em, sweetheart," they say.

Oh. God. Help me. His sadistic smile was the last thing I wanted to see after yesterday, I had had enough of him for several lifetimes.

"If you don't get up, I may have to pick you up myself," he smiles.

"But I can't move you jerk. From what you did to me yesterday I can't move a single bloody muscle!"

"Yesterday. Yesterday I helped you sleep. You were tense, I soothed you," he coos.

"N-no that was Abbigail," I stutter.

"Sweetheart, it was me."

Davies chuckles at my expression. I didn't know what my face said, but I could feel emotions of complete shock and hopelessness seeping into my facial muscles.

He reaches down and takes me into his arms, and carries me towards the dreaded room. This time the doors are open and there are more than double the amount of scientists that are roaming the room. Some are walking in and out of the doors, and all of them who walk past us give us curious glances before going back to whatever they were doing before our grand entrance.

The setup of the room was slightly different today; the walls and computers were the same, but the chair that was there before was replaced by a concrete slab with metal shackles. I start to panic, attempting to thrash but was sad to say that my body wasn't in my control just yet.

Davies carried me over to the slab and lay me down, taking his time to attach all of the metal to my limbs. "This should be fun," I mutter under my breath.

I didn't think he could get anymore psychopathic, but Davies laughs maniacally when he overhears what I said.

"Oh, you haven't the faintest idea sweetie," he chuckles.

He turns to one of the other people in the room, and I recognise him to be the one on the control panel yesterday.

Out from underneath the slab came metal arms shaped into forceps, scissors, scalpels and other scary looking medical equipment. All looked poised to attack me at any moment and from the corner of my eye I could see Davies urging the guy to hurry up with whatever he was doing.

At once all of the instruments come down on me and I find a new meaning of the word pain. Muscles are being pulled apart as the nerves scream bloody murder. My bones feel as though the very essence that binds them is being disintegrated. I scream and cry as the white-hot pain takes control.

It must have gone on for hours because by the time Davies told control man to shut it down, I black out from the ordeal.

A/N: Sorry this chapter is a little shorter than usual, things are about to get more interesting though so don't worry. :)