Part 4
Sasha opened her eyes slowly. Dr's were busy droning around her, talking in dialect she could not understand. Their faces were covered in white cloth (Like the people in Marilyn Mansons 'Dope Show' video). Blood spattered their white clothes and they wielded sharp scalpels. A chuckle escaped ones lips as he walked over to Sasha who was hunched in a small cage. He knelt down and looked at her, putting goggles on his eyes that seemed to emit a blinding light.
Dr: "Come on ickle one...come on."
He put his hands through the bars and rubbed his index finger and thumb together...like you would do to attract a cat. Sasha snarled and swiped for his hand, missing as he pulled back sharply.
Sasha: "Get away from me you piece of shit...!!"
The words seemed to be barked out and her eyes narrowed. The Dr stood up and walked to a table which was lain with metal instruments, turning to one of the windows that was a good 7 foot above the ground he shouted:
"She is reluctant...we shall proceed anyway...bring in the prods...let us start"
He turned to Sasha again, this time holding a sort of gun...electricity zapped from the end. The sound of the gun echoed in her ears...and the sparks...the sparks just mesmorised her....
(OOC: Sorri...i cunt b arsed to finish it off...)
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