??? POV
Dark. Cold. Wet.
I assessed the room I was in with fast silver eyes.
Prison.
Over and over, a voice hissed in my head. I don't know if it was me or another being inside of me. Of course, I don't even know if I am myself at this moment. Want out. Chains. Mask. Chair. Tools. Blood. Blood. Blood. My eyes adjusted to the dark room. There was blood everywhere, like the voice said. It repeated the word over and over, getting louder each time until it was screaming at me so loud my ears bled. I hit my head against the back of the chair until the voice went silent. My vision was hazy. I could barely breathe. I was so distracted that I didn't hear the door open. I didn't hear the people step into the room. I didn't hear the man say,"Time for test 150."
