Hunger
The air hit my already freezing skin strapped to the wall that lay against my back, aching from hanging there for who knows how long. The days seem like nothing. Each second that I am stuck here with the chains wrapped around my hands, leaving me to hang here like the useless monster they claim me to be. I can’t even speak properly with the muzzle that’s tied around my head, keeping my mouth shut and away from any of my captors, the armed guards that stand before me, never getting close. I left with nothing but the clothing on my back, and even then, it isn’t much nowadays with a dirty, ragged tanktop with slash marks dug into the back. Each moment I disobey, I get hit to the point where pain feels nothing more than a familiar memory of the fact that I am still alive, and breathing pain becomes nothing more than the fact that it’ll happen over and over again. I pray the day it ends when I never have to get hit again, and to where I can live in peace or at least try to for what these monsters have done to me and the others.
Seconds passed, or what I like to believe seconds have passed. I had to let go of my lack of time management anymore as my stomach growled, the sound roaring through the walls of my cell, and nothing but stone walls and a complex barracks door made out of metal. I struggled to even look over at my arms that hung behind me, seeing the minor needle-like bruises that ran up both arms from the many times I’ve been tested and experimented on. None of it will end, or at least I have no hope left for myself or why they keep me around. I hear sounds of other “test subjects” being “released” or their suffering ending, allowing them to be set free. Oh, how much I wish that were me, but for some sick reason, I am still living, still hanging here like a fly caught in the web, waiting for the spider to eat me alive. I let out a heavy sigh. Another night stuck in my head, forced to relive the day I got caught, stripped away from my loving family, and turned into a freak into a weapon that holds me away from the world I will never be able to go back to.
I watched as my cell door opened to a large, tall man in a uniform with white and black camo prints all over him. He held a bag of clear liquid, liquid the same suitcase that sat empty next to me but still attached to my arm. I watched the soldier walk closer to me, his rugged combat boots hitting the stone floor with each “thump.” I couldn’t help but let out a growl of anger from my lungs, unable to stop myself from reacting that way. I want nothing to do with these men and their plans for me. I’ve been here for who knows how long, and each day, each time this soldier walks into my cell, I want to rip his head off to see him suffer the same way I have to.
“Oh shut up, you ragged fucking monster,” The soldier cussed, firing, and glared over at me, his face and hair hidden just under his helmet. Not a second could I see, nor did I want to. If I escape, I don’t want to look them in the eyes as I rip their heads off. I tried my hardest to control the anger in my lungs, begging to be let out. I watched as the soldier grabbed a needle out of his pocket, walking over to my arms as I rattled the chains, struggling to open my mouth.
“Go away. I’m not hungry! And that isn’t even food.” I managed to open my mouth a little, the pain flooding into my mouth as the muzzle contristed me, trying to silence my words to keep me entirely just to accept the level of suffering torturing they’re making all I want to see the sun again to be able to leave this cell to touch the ground to feel the grass under my feet or what were my feet now replaced with hooves a strict reminder of what these men have done to me turning me into this weapon just waiting for them to use me as such a sick twisted monster. I would give my life to be free and human once again, even if I never get to see the sun ever again, to be able to hold someone who loves me deeply but who would love a freak like me anymore.
“Don’t you ever fucking listen? I said shut up.” The soldier grabbed ahold of the chains, yanking my hand down with a swift movement. I let out a groan of pain as my arm was forced in front of the soldier. I wish I weren’t chained. I would rip this man's head off here and now without hesitation. If they want me to be a weapon, I will turn it on them.
“STOP!” I begged, trying to plead with the mess they had made the mess of my life.
“Please! No more needles. You’ve all poked and taken so much from me already!” I pleaded, feeling blood from my muzzle drip down my face. I’m already straining the muscles that were more than weak. More low growls escaped my lungs as all I could do was scream and beg, plead, and demand he stop. He’s not going to stop. They don’t care about how I feel. They care about the money they make and the weapons they sell, me being one of them. I’ll always be a weapon to these people. All I want is to be free, but chained to this wall will never be freedom.
“I’m not hungry!” I let out another yelp, another unheard beg. The soldier ignored my pleas and, with no hesitation, stabbed the needle straight into my arm, right into another bruise where a needle had already been feeling all my muscles and strength tremble at the pain as I let out groans of pain my voice muffled as I felt the blood drip down my arm the chains behind me tightening as I struggled to pull away from the soldier wanting to strike him to harm him for what he’s doing to me all this pain when all I can do is let out screams of agony. The soldier reacted to my sudden movement, taking the tazer from his holster and jabbing right into my side. Feeling the pain of the shock sending waves like a tingling feeling, but instead of feeling your feet asleep, it feels like you’ve just been struck by lightning. In my weak state, each second of this tingling pain feels ten times worse than the typical person, but that’s the problem. I am no longer the average person; I am a mistake created by people who were playing god with souls that were nothing but innocent.
Once the sunshine came back into my cell from the small window above my chained wall, leaving me trapped, I felt my eyes flutter open, my vision blurry as the chains felt tighter around my wrist as it held me higher on the wall, the needle in my arm strained against the dead skin and scaring that was already there, to begin with. The taste of my blood in my mouth for how much I would beg to plead to sell my soul to eat the soldier and the people who did this to me alive, but they already have my soul, my heart. My mind was kept under lock, and yet in the same cell, they kept me in. I’m still breathing. There’s no such thing as freedom in this hellhole, just a girl, just me, who wants to see the outside world, the village that they took me from to be able to hug my mother and father once again, but who knows, maybe they took them as well. What’s the point of trying to escape? I wanted to slap myself for thinking that why there’s a way out. I just have to keep going. It won’t be long till I’m free once again.
I jumped to the sound of metal slamming down the hallway just outside my cell door. I kept my eyes printed on the door. No matter who enters, I will decline. I want nothing to do with these soldiers. I will not be scared to tell them this. They are nothing to me but walking body bags, just letting the time tick by till I am the one doing the killing, turning their perfect human bodies into the food that I crave.
“I want nothing to do with you!” I roared, my eyes never looking away from the door, making it clear my tone was cold and rough as my throat was dry, my hunger fueling my rage. The small liquid bag they gave me was just enough to keep me alive, not real food. It’s just here to keep my blood pumping through the angered pain of starvation that I am seconds away from without this clear bag. I can’t wait to eat real food for once if it’s human or not, and by the way, this is going; the second I get let free, who knows what I’ll do to these soldiers that hold me like some trophy. I watched the door unlock, the small glimpse of freedom as the captain, or what I am to believe is the captain, his uniform neater than the rest. Not a drop of blood has ever touched him. He’s made everyone else do the killing for him. The exact colors of black and white camo print but more badges. A small man trailed behind him, holding a clipboard close to his chest and a labcoat thrown over his arms. His glasses rested neatly on his face. I narrowed my eyes at both men from the captain's glares and demanded respect from the submissive nature of the scientist who followed him like a lap dog. My tongue flicked out, tasting the cold, bitter air around me. Great, more people to distaste and hate. That’s all. This place is no longer full of pain, hate, and anger. I rolled my eyes, never letting them trail away from the possible threat that stood before me, not to mention the guards of men they brought in. I’m a threat to them, or they wouldn’t have to have armed guards when I’m chained up and defensiveness like the rest of the creatures they took.
“What do you want?” I managed to growl out, the hit of rage building up in my stomach, feeling the need to break these chains and race down and eat both men alive, feeling my teeth sink into their skins as they just looked at me with emotionless expressions.
“Answer me! Why does this “food” you give me make me want to rip your heads off!” I screamed, feeling my emotions were heightened. The world spun around me, but no one was here to help me; I was alone.
“I wonder what human flesh would taste like.” I felt the words slip out of my mouth, watching the tiny scientist flitch, stepping back as the soldiers stood still. Ah, someone knew someone who was not used to the beast they keep locked away here. I’m just as unlucky as the rest of them. Even if I am still alive, at least they have the sweet release of death. I kept my eyes locked on the small man, studying him, my tongue flicking the air again, feeling more heat. The fear of the tiny lab rat was enough to fuel a different type of pain. Hunger. They were starving me alive, and yet all I could think about was how good humans would taste.
