Liverpool, England( 1990)

"Please! Let me of me! I beg you!"

"Begging is a sign of weakness."

"Her results are all perfect."

"Then she is a perfect candidate for our project."

"Indeed doctor. A fine specimen, I suppose."

They would never listen to me. Of course, they would never. I am just a peasant on whom they can do experiments on. I have been in this wretched prison for years as they all continue to use me like a guinea pig for years. My parents sold me while I was still young in order for them to live their life without any problems. Understandable considering that they had me while they are young and their families thought I was just adopted out of pity. Thought I was just some street kid that they picked from the streets, they only used me for publicity, such is a life of an aristocrat in England. For the people to think that they, my parents, would be such a good, if not, the best contenders for the seat at the position in the government of England than any other aristocrats. After 6 years of unloving treatment that they have given me, they decided to sell me off. Those sick scientists offered such offer to them, that it made me sick to the core, until to this day. At the beginning, they made me do physical tests with less food, less rest, and more pain. They decided to make me take in chemicals a year later and made me do things that are completely unpredictable.

While trying to survive those tests that they all have made me do, they took down notes. Trying to figure out what is missing and tried to complete it. I felt like a doll, being disembodied or something. Even worse, my own flesh felt like it was burning even though they're still in their normal pale complexion. My insides are burning with the chemicals being mixed inside of me. They would let me rest in a den full of tigers. It was terrifying at first, but I still treated them with respect and they warmed up to me. Having overgrown felines around you felt nice. It felt like you are in some mental ward and these cats are your therapy pets. Turns out that they have cubs and that they are wary on who enters and are very overprotective. 

The torture that they made me undergo made me feel empty, slowly but surely. I felt empty from all those burns, shocks, and breathless torture.I felt stupid to even have hope. But slowly, hope starts to dissolve as every second passes by. And hope only remains a blob until the point where they decide to freeze me up. An enemy of theirs manage to figure out on what they were doing and they, those scientists, have decided to keep me frozen until the problem is all over. They would never let me go in peace. They all couldn't give up instantly, especially with the events I have witnessed as well as the illegal deeds that they have done on not just me, but also to other people who have undergone the same experiences as I do.

And so, with that being said, here I am asking those scientists to free me, and I have yet to know that it would never work. 

" And if you're completely frozen, no one shall hear your story. You wish to know why? Because the dead tell no tales." One of them stated as they dropped me on a tank, legs tied to a iron ball that made me drown in tank full of cold water.

And that was the last time I saw light.