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Chapter 5.

A/N: I decided since in just two days since the story has started and 19 people have read it to give another update today! Enjoy!

Chapter 5:

The white haired scientist led the stone figure of Eleven back to her room. He held her shoulders tightly with his boney fingers. The ten year old was struggling with what she just witnessed.

“What did you learn, Eleven?”

Eleven stared at her papa trying to figure out what words would please him the most.

“No...be...naughy?”

She wasn't sure if that was the words but she turned her brown shaved head down so she stared at the tile in her room. She wiggled her toes for distraction.

“Naughty. That's right. You won't be naughty. That's my girl. Perfect scenario to why you're Papa’s favorite”, Dr. Brenner lifted tell small framed face up to look into his eyes.

His dark blue eyes were cold compared to the soft and afraid brown eyes. Eleven wanted nothing more to look away from the menacing eyes, but she knew that would make him angry.

A hard slap echoed into the room as Papa’s hand retracted and smacked hard into Eleven's little face. She gasped loudly and instantly her hand went up to the enflamed cheek.

She started shaking, whatever did she do now to anger the man. She never made him that angry that he hit her in a while. She had graduated to the dark isolation room when she turned ten years old. Eleven was confused.

“I told you not to be afraid. Being afraid is being weak! What did I tell you about being weak!?”

The 6’2 man shook the barely 4’5 child who wanted nothing more to cry. She gasped and blinked back tears. She made him angry. So angry.

“Weak is b-bad!”

Eleven tried to shout as much as her little body could give. She knows her papa like firm voice. Whispers meant you're weak. Her papa grabbed her chin pressing hard. She knew a bruise would appear.

“Weak is very bad. We don't have time for a weak experiment here. Do you want to end up like ten?”

The tiny head shook as hard as possible. That's the exact opposite of what she wanted. She wanted love. She wanted compassion. Most of all, she wanted her papa to care about her.

None of that seemed possible to her.