Hurts…Hurts, it hurts so much, dammnit!

At times like these you couldn’t help but think that all these tests and experiments were conducted just to make you and other subjects suffer.

“Ah ah ah, don’t move too much, sweetie.”

Its not like you could move much anyways - the restraints held you down to the surgical table firmly.

A woman with heterochromia (left eye pink and right was blue) and unusually colored long white hair with multicolor strands leaned over you, holding a syringe.

Dr. Svetlana Antonova, apart from the head-scientist, Dr. Brauer, she was the one who most of the subject were afraid of. And for a good reason - although a genius researcher and doctor, she was a sadistic and twisted individual. Despite all her tests and experiments never being done without a goal or a purpose, she undoubtedly found joy in the pain and suffering.

“Now now, this won’t hurt as much as the previous one, don’t you worry. I just need to test this new serum and you happen to have a pretty good regeneration factor to you. Would be a shame not to make use of it, don’t you agree?”

With those words Dr. Antonova smiled and injected the liquid into the vein on your arm.

You indeed did have a good healing speed, but you weren’t immortal. And besides, it still HURT. A lot.

As you squirmed and writhed in pain, held down by the restraints, Dr. Antonova took out a scalpel.

“Shh, calm down now, I’m not planning on killing you. I do, however, want to see if the serum has any effect on the inside tissue…”

She hovered the blade over your forearm and then made a cut, ignoring your screams and your body trembling. By her logic - as long as it wasn’t fatal or live-threatening, everything was allowed.

She parted your skin on the cut with her fingers, wiping the blood away with a gauze.

“Hmm, I see. Unfortunate. It seems that the serum has no effect…Oh well, let me stitch this back up then and we will be done for today.”