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Your blonde haired torturer screamed this as she raised her leg. Your vision flipped as she kicked you square in the chest and both you and the chair went backwards. You coughed up some trickles of blood. More. PAIN. Watson quickly stormed over and began furiously kicking you. Over. And over. And over again you felt the impact of her boots. You mentally screeched with each kick that slammed against your body.
“AFTER ALL MY CALCULATIONS-!”
She leaned down and punched you in the face.
“AFTER ALL THESE TESTS-!”
She took the discarded needle off the ground and stabbed your arm. You felt the needle imbed itself deeply in your flesh. MORE. PAIN.
“WHY.... Why… Why wont you accept me….?”
Her voice turned soft. Accept her? What the hell does she mean? You searched your mind for an answer. But there was no result. Only more pain. That's all there was.
“I did this all… for us…”
As she said this she reached down and wrapped her small hands around your neck. She began applying pressure as her tear filled eyes filled your vision.
“But why....? Why don’t you accept it?! TELL ME. WHY!?”
You felt your brain shutting down. Too much stimulation. Too much information at once. Too much pain. Lack of oxygen. It was overwhelming. You almost felt at peace as she continued to squeeze your throat. Maybe you’ll die for real this time. The cycle could finally stop. As you let out wheeze, however, it seemed to pull her out of rage induced frenzy. She immediately let go and backed away. Watson looked at you with a horrified expression. She grit her teeth as she ran over and grabbed her thrown watch. No… No… Please…
She pressed the button and again time was reverted. You were again in the chair. Upright. Everything was returned to as it was. But the memories remained. The pain remained. Despite your body being physically returned to its original state, the pain would begin again the instant you regained consciousness.
“Don't worry… soon I’ll have something… and everything will be alright. So just keep holding out for me... alright?’
Watson said the last part so softly you barely even heard it. You could only cower as she reached for another one of her syringes, the familiar azure blue, and the experiment began anew.