courtneyboxall
I was not born-I was made. Forged in the cold fluorescence of a laboratory, beneath the greedy, dissecting eyes of men who had no interest in humanity, only control. The first thing I ever saw was their faces, shadowed by harsh white lights, and their expressions stretched into grotesque fascination. I was their experiment, their creation. A body to be tested. A mind to be broken. My existence was a question they wanted to answer, a puzzle they needed to solve. And when they did, they realised they had crafted something beyond their comprehension.