Nightmare | j.jk [r21] - HIATUS

.09 Strong vs. Weak

Watching as the blood drained from my arm, it made me sick internally. Another stupid fucking test. Blood test, eye test, cognitive test, test after fucking test. When would it end? when would I finally be free from this hell hole.

If I recall correctly, I've had (5) Blood Tests, (3) eye exams, and about (12) cognitive tests. I don't get it. Why go through all the trouble to fix someone? I'm already fine. It's taking them this long to diagnose me. Even though their first diagnoses was clearly off. But still! if they thought they diagnosed me correctly, then why bother with the damn testing!? It fucking pisses me off! All i want is to go home, take a long nap without getting interrupted by the guy in the next cell screaming his fucking brains out.

Another man in a white coat walked in the white room. You could say he blended in perfectly, but there was still some imperfections. The smirk on his face made me sick to even look at his stupid ignorant face.

"Today we will be conducting a different kind of test." The man spoke, with that smug smirk plastered on his plastic fake face.

"We will now see how well you can withstand pain." A piercing voice over the intercom sounded. My ears started to ring, could they be any fucking louder.

The man before me was rolling up his cuffs, stained with blood. Did they actually think they could scare me? How adorable. Nothing in fact can scare me anymore, my eyes have been opened to the horrors of this imperfect world.

"Give me your arm." He contained a deep voice within his throat, just looking at it made me hungry. How could they be so cruel as to torture me like this. Don't they know I eat people for a living. How cruel they truly are.

From the corner of my eye, something gold struck me. A band?... A wedding band he wore on his left hand. What a tragic story this will be. (Mwahahahahaha) uhgg damn it, pull yourself together you dumbass. You can't lose control here, that just wouldn't be like you. Keep it together!

When I didn't give him my arm, he just stared at it. As if I would actually just do what he asked. What pathetic morons. Deciding to wait it out to see what his next action would be, a small smirk creased on the corners of my lips. Even though the man was clearly nonchalant earlier, it seemed that fear struck him hard. Rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants as nerves start kicking in now. I'm sure he was the one that was told to torture me, but could he really do it? Knowing that he has a wife and kids at home. Probably keeping this job and what he really does for a living a secret. I'm sure he even told them he's a scientist in a lab and nothing more. HOW CUTE.

This was merely a battle between the strong and the weak. I'm sure you can figure out who plays the roles.

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