✘ — The room was dark, black as pitch and a single heavy metal door made the room accessible. Inside the room, a specimen hung suspended by the wrists by thick chains wrapped around the skin. The metal was chipped and rusted so it dug into the specimen’s flesh, causing rivulets of blood to trickle down their arms.
✘ — Eyes, heavy with sleep and weary from drugs slipped open, red rimmed from carelessly spilled tears. Working his eyes wider, the specimen felt them burn, and closed them with a sharp hiss. The fluids had been drawn from his eyes, and a sedative had been given prior, to make him fall unconscious. His wrists were rubbed raw, and his nose could catch the scent of blood – his own. Shoulders ached, muscles burning, and extremities were limp, and weakened from lack of use. After all, what could the specimen do, hanging from the ceiling?
✘ — Clothing in tatters, he could feel the stale air within the room creep onto his body, making goose-flesh rise on his skin. A tail lashed around, it was seemingly unharmed unlike the rest of the body. Various injection and needle point sights, and wounds of all kinds marred the specimen’s skin. Every so often the wounds burned as sweat dripped across them, and he growled.
✘ — Later, the sound of feet getting closer to the door could be heard, and the metal gave, folding back as the door opened. Light spilled in from the outside, and the specimen seethed, turning his face from the harsh difference of light in the room.
✘ — Three people dressed in black entered, surrounding the specimen as the door stayed open. Hands currently occupied by the chains, the hanging male lashed out as he was able, snapping and growling at his captors. The men, and single woman didn’t move from their places as they revealed syringes, the needles glinting in the light from the doorway.
✘ — The gloves they wore smelled of a powder, and when the hands moved closer the Demon pulled his head back, but one hand grasped the hair on his head, yanking hard. Eyes closed sharply as tears pricked and fell out the corners. They were going for the eyes again. His body went stiff and he felt the needle get inserted between his fluttering lid, and quaking eye.
✘ — The pain. Roaring and crying out, his body flailed, and the needle broke while still drawn into the eye. Glass shattered on the dark floor, and the three in the room shifted back, pulling devices from their back pockets. The pointed silver shaft was still embedded in the eye, and the specimen shook his head violently, tears, blood and sweat being flung everywhere. Still raging, the one suspended shook, his body spasming, and his head twisting, and shaking soon caused the needle to slip out.
✘ — Sounds of more feet entered his ears. No. Not again. He couldn’t take anymore, he just wanted out. No matter how many times he healed, no matter what they patched him up with he grew sick at the thought. Being a subject for them made his insides twist and bind. Hands on his body were quick to hold him, as a new syringe was shoved in his neck, just behind his ear.
✘ — The feeling of what had been inside the syringe moments before was shocking. Cold and hot all at once, the specimen felt his body shake, and then cease to move as he again fell unconscious. Hands pressed a piece of gauze to his eye, and wrapped bandages around the lowered head. There they left him, asleep and motionless– wounded.
