Scientists experimented with you relentlessly.

You had been battered and scarred. Your skin littered with dark purple bruising and deep scarring. To keep you in check, the scientists had secured shock collars around your neck, ankles and wrists.

You woke up in your cell by the sounds of guns blazing before it ceased. An Australian operator came up to your cell and analyzed you before he said "Bloody 'ell." As he shot the cell door down and looked at you.

"I'll getcha outta dere mate."