( This was orginally on my other account but i switched it to this one)
I do not own Black Butler. I only own my OC characters.
I leaned against a nearby wall and sighed, my tail tapping slightly as I stared blankly at the wall opposite me. The small room was decorated in a plain white paint and up above me was the outline of what used to be a small window but was now filled in with hard concrete. The window had been there until one of the test subjects in the building somehow managed to escape a few years ago. Since then the doctors heightened the security of the establishment and left not even a slight crack in the wall unfilled. This place was quite dreary and I hated it. I hated this hell hole and its workers with a burning passion. I wanted to be away from this prison, to be free. But I knew there was no way that would ever occur. I was a good for nothing test subject, or at least that's what the doctors had told me countless times throughout the years.
Suddenly I heard a slight scuffing sound outside my door and I instinctively leapt up from my slumped position and into a fighting position, a position I immediately dropped after realizing that fighting back would be futile. Even if I did manage to take down a doctor so two I would soon be overpowered by the rest of the doctors and tortured in a grotesque way, a way that I really do not want to get into at the moment.
“ Retrieve test subject M-023 for testing. Bring her into testing room 45 and ready her for the procedure.” A gruff voice ordered from outside my door and I pressed myself even farther against the opposite wall, hoping against hope to either A turn invisible or B somehow magically pass through the wall. Unfortunately neither option occurred.
I watched silently as the large block wall to my cell opened, causing an abundance of light to flood the nearly pitch black room and nearly blinded me in the process. I hissed as my retinas felt a burning sensation pass through them and I turned to face away from the agonizing light. It had to have been days at least since someone had last entered my cell.
“ M-023 come with me. You are needed in testing room 45.”
I didn't move.
The doctor sighed and once again spoke.
“ Get over here now you damn brat.”
I still refused to leave my corner, hoping that maybe if I stayed still long enough the doctor would leave me alone. I got no such luck. Instead I got a whip thrashed against my back and was then practically dragged out of the cell by my feet. I didn't struggle or scream. I was much to weak to do much of anything besides breath. It had been days since I was feed and my stomach was beginning to devour itself.
“ What a worthless subject you are. “ I heard the doctor mutter as he ruthlessly dragged me down a series of hallways until he finally stopped before a medium sized white door with the number 45 printed in black in the center of it.
“ Now stand up you bitch.” The doctor barked, slapping me once again with his whip. I winced slightly at the pain but obeyed him and shakingly stood up from the freezing cold floor below me. My long straight brown hair hung loosely from my scalp and covered one eye. My light blue eyes no doubt showed nothing but sadness and anger in them as I stared at the doctor who held his whip out threatening in front of him, almost as if he was daring me to try and attack him.
“ Yes sir.” I mumbled, my voice sounding scratchy and foreign to me.
The doctor snickered at my undefying attitude and turned to face the door once more.
“ This is doctor Louis here with test subject M-023. She is ready for experimentation.”
The doctor then turned back to face me, a bored expression on his face.
