Lumen (On Hold)

♡Chap. 1: How it all began.♡

Warning: This chapter may have a few explicit words in it. Not much. But if you cringe and/ or are uncomfortable with the word fuck or shit or ass or. . .I think you get it. Then you either ignore it or don't read it at all. Up to you. But these words and plenty more are used throughout this book. Not just in this chappy, it will be in many others.  Anywho, have fun reading my shits! Okay. Not shits. Ummmm. . . Penguins? Nope. Gorillas? Oh god no.

Anywhoo! Bye my butts!

This ain't going well.

Just read the damn chapter!

Onwards.

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No matter how many times the masked men come into my rotten stenched cell, I can never keep the growl from escaping my lips. Won't be long before Mr. White follows. Staring at each and every black rat, a name I gave Mr. White's hench men, one seems to be missing. Probably got punished for not doing an appropriate job while on duty. Whatever. He deserves it. Everyone in this horrible place deserves it.

One by one, each black rat forms two lines down each side of me. Each holding guns, stiff and ready to prevoke me if I ever start acting up. As if. The majority of my time here I have always played it safe, too afraid to even speak. Not that that stopped them.

Sighing deeply, I start to get impatient. He is always taking his god damn time. As if on cue, the strong stench of cigar smoke and lemon burn my nostrils. I'll never get used to that un-godly smell and always cringe from it. But keeping my face stoic, I watch the pasty white male approach me sitting on my piss stained bed. Like he does every fucking day.

"About time." I mumble, staring blankly at his white clad feet. Crouching in front of me, he grips my jaw tightly and yank my head up so we make eye contact.

"What was that, Lumen? Couldn't quite hear you."

"Nothing, your majesty." I smile sweetly before slowly morphing my face into a scowl. He simply chuckles.

"You were always quite the Joker, Poppet." Squeezing my jaw one more time. Me cringing at the nickname. Releasing his grip on me he rises. Gesturing to his two best lackeys.

"Bring her. I think we've finally done it."

With that he exits swiftly. Fear coarses through me. No matter how many times I'm strapped to his table, stripped down, experimented on, injected with a new serum after new serum. I will never be able to get rid of the fear and terror they have put me through.

Unlocking my chains, the pain and the smell of my seared flesh makes me flinch. My wrists and ankles were covered in blisters and red welts from the constant touch of silver. Perks of being a werewolf.

As they half drag half carry me from my heavenly cell and into the big  white room. I'm once again stripped from my thin clothing and is strapped down onto the long hard table that takes place in the middle of the room. Flinching from the cold contact of the metal. Straps criss cross across my body, restraining me from any movement.

I merely just close my eyes and wait for the boss himself to show up. Same routine. Same "docters". Same thing every fucking day. Always a new serum to inject in my body every week after the last one didn't work. Not sure what it's for, they never told me. Just experimented. Always waiting for something. Anything. But nothing ever happened. Well, nothing they were looking for. I'd spend my nights throwing up, break out in rashes, or just simply nothing happen.

Still deep in thought, I fail to hear the click of the door closing. Wasn't until Mr. White starts speaking did I notice he entered.

"Everyone, out! It's just gonna be me and Lumen for today."