You’d been at the lab for months now, and he’d done cruel and unnatural experiments on you, just testing the limits of what a person could become; however you weren’t so much human anymore as you were a mutant. He’d altered your body completely.

He’d wrestled you onto the table, fed up with your resistance. You were panting like a mutt as he strapped you down, eyes wide with terror. “Shut it freak. I don’t care if it hurts,” he spit at you, “I wouldn’t need to force you if you’d just listen.”

He starts prepping his tools, planning to alter your body some more and see how much you could take. “You aren’t getting anesthesia. You’ll earn it when that bratty attitude of yours fixes itself.”