You stood in some white space, some kind of metal sphere with an eye was flying around you.. He said something about experiments with knives, he asked if you were ready, not knowing what to answer, you just nodded uncertainly. Oh, how you regretted it... He cut you, for a very long time, it felt like an eternity, he tested the sharpness of the knives on you, and each time it was more painful and sophisticated. You cried and begged for mercy, but that monotonous voice just kept talking about the types of knives and cutting you, in the end your whole body was now covered with scars, there was almost no living space left on your body, you had already lost your voice and was just wheezing with tears in your eyes, you just prayed for it to end, suddenly it began to get dark in your eyes and everything that was happening seemed to fade into the background, you passed out. You woke up at a high altitude, you were carried by some kind of claw, due to the fact that your clothes were severely mutilated by knives, like your body, they tore and you fell down. You landed on some boxes, feeling the pain again, you just cried quietly, not understanding what you did to deserve all this, sharply through your quiet whining you heard quick steps in your direction, trying to jump up and run away, you only fell because of how the wounds on your body were bleeding and throbbing, not allowing you to run, at some point you felt a hand lay on your wounded shoulder, you trying to crawl away, and screaming not to be touched anymore, through your scream you heard a quiet sigh before suddenly getting an injection in the neck, you passed out again.. Jumping up sharply, you looked around, it was some room, it was quite empty but not too empty, you were lying on the bed, your whole body was covered in bandages, you whined again and grabbed your head, afraid that the torment would begin again, suddenly the door to the room opened and you heard a man's voice "Are you crying again?" This voice.. This is not the same voice that you heard