Experiment 228

Disciplinary

~ Short Flashback~

(She doesn't remember her name here but let me show it so that you guys would know. When she tries to remember her name it always ends with a blur or a muffled sound.)

"What's your name?" they asked me after the hundredth time.

"Fe-li-ci-a" I answered after the hundredth time, but unlike the first, my voice was broken and dry. I prepared myself for the torture they'll inflict on me because of my wrong answer.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Stupid girl. That's not your name." they said once again after the hundredth time. They lashed out their whip with dense needles and spikes embedded on it at my back. I bit my swollen lower lip to keep myself from shouting, causing it to open up once again. But like always, it closes up before it could bleed.

"YOUR! NAME! IS! EXPERIMENT! 228! 228! YOUR! NAME! IS! EXPERIMENT! 228! 228!" the whip digging deep in my bare skin at their every word. It's needles and spikes diving through the layer of skin and onto my muscle. And the most painful part comes here. They pulled away their whip from my body along with the skin attached at the needles and spikes. Leaving my back with deep cuts and scratches. One got stuck and the holder got to twist it to let it out. My skin burned at such force. My blood pooled my body, soaking the white marbled floor, staining my white gown and some were splattered to the walls and to their coats. Slowly a wave of heat soar a crossed my back as my cells multiple and repair the broken skin and bones are my back, leaving nothing but scars and marks. They laughed at my pain, my misery. I wanted to do to what they said but I can't do it. I must not do. If I do, I'm giving up, letting them ruin me. I am Felicia. Human and not an experiment.

"What's your name?" they asked, repeating this seemingly never ending cycle. Well, that is until when I finally broke and gave in.

~End of Short Flashback~