lue

The painfully familiar smell of prohibition and grandeur, over such subhumans as me... All my life, I have been in a place that has long been my home. Here they did not know what love and affection were, only mockery and interest.
None of those who watched and observed us were kind; everyone was cold and evil. Sometimes attacks occurred, resulting in the death of the observers, and the smell of blood and flesh beckoned, but everyone knew that if this happened again, they themselves would experience the end of life. So everyone was obedient, like little dogs.

A new day, new torture. Still half-asleep, I was pushed out of my modest room. After undergoing yet another series of procedures, I was led into some room. I realized, another experience. Having hooked up my equipment, pain enveloped my body, and I wanted to crawl out of my skin to make this torment end. Even more exhausted, they led me back, holding my arm so I wouldn't collapse. But then I almost fell, and my gaze quickly shifted to the observer; he was already lying on the floor, headless. I was scared and looked ahead; there was a guy, also inhuman, looking at me with a wide grin. And then he said.

"Would you like to come with me, my dear? I know how to get out of here."

I agreed, he extended his hand, I took it and he led me...