Post by RuneTheDragon on Sept 29, 2016 1:42:31 GMT
It took some months after the planification in the escape from the place. The girl, she can look on us like normal beings. Talked with us when want to cry for what is happening on her.
The ones who stayed behind her always took her as a ragdoll. Like a doll that girls used to play with and have fun all over the house...yet if those dolls have feelings, they might have the urge to escape from those who manipulate them wrongfully.
It was the same of the girl.
Those monsters...Nurses, Doctors...
Use a small child to do some test on her. Like a guinea pig. She cried for entire nights and days. We couldn't do nothing but observe how the child be used by sick ones. More sick that those they trap under those weird cloths by force one to hug himself...buckled with belts or rope all over their bodies. In some cases, gagged with some plastic panel with belts all over the heads...
The girl was no exception.
Tied in that thing those Nurses, Doctors...called straight jacket...and muzzle gag...she cried, she struggled...yet her weak strengths were none to withstand the tightness of the attire she was forced to wear. She tried to sneak when them arrived with some capsules.
Capsules or tablets that force those under their sight to swallow them.
Being later, submissive and easy to manipulate ones. The term humans use is Drugged. A wretched word.
The girl, unwillingly, eat dozen of them...leaving her almost near to death. The Nurses, Doctors...gave no food on her but some serums to keep her alive...yet she could only eat what those want her to eat, and what to drink. In was a time, when she was again in that jacket thing, but belt-tight secure on the bed she used all time to sleep. We found her sobbing. Sometimes drugged... but mostly in pain with tired eyes for so many drugs on her.
We couldn't do nothing but observe...
She started to talk with us when be left in solitude with no one around to vigilate her. Like she was going to lose her reality on things...a giving up suicidal action. We couldn't withstand more. WE talked back. Convince her to stay focus. There shall be an exit.
She claimed to be impossible. However, we are going to help her...
We had always looked people go inside and being treated as mere slaves for their experiments; and getting outside inside wood coffins...or just taken away after being consumed by fire inside special iron-tunnels humans called Ovens, like ashes.
Yet, when the girl appeared...we knew instantly she was special. But we couldn't know the why. We decided to break our silence, however.
She looked on us as friends. As the first who she can trust entirely.
For days and weeks, we worked to weaken the locks by gnaw their insides, gnaw and obliterate the internals of certain guards...the anger give us strength to scratch internals...eat the blood and dry them until be raisins...it took us a great while, yet one night...
The night...it must be the night.
We are going to escape with the girl.
And never come back....
Those Nurses, Doctors...even the aunt and director...just mere carasses from the truly hierarch of the darkness...
But better stay on silence...she is not prepared. She needs to escape.
And this night...its the night.
Our first taste of freedom.
Her first taste of freedom.
This was the night...
The ones who stayed behind her always took her as a ragdoll. Like a doll that girls used to play with and have fun all over the house...yet if those dolls have feelings, they might have the urge to escape from those who manipulate them wrongfully.
It was the same of the girl.
Those monsters...Nurses, Doctors...
Use a small child to do some test on her. Like a guinea pig. She cried for entire nights and days. We couldn't do nothing but observe how the child be used by sick ones. More sick that those they trap under those weird cloths by force one to hug himself...buckled with belts or rope all over their bodies. In some cases, gagged with some plastic panel with belts all over the heads...
The girl was no exception.
Tied in that thing those Nurses, Doctors...called straight jacket...and muzzle gag...she cried, she struggled...yet her weak strengths were none to withstand the tightness of the attire she was forced to wear. She tried to sneak when them arrived with some capsules.
Capsules or tablets that force those under their sight to swallow them.
Being later, submissive and easy to manipulate ones. The term humans use is Drugged. A wretched word.
The girl, unwillingly, eat dozen of them...leaving her almost near to death. The Nurses, Doctors...gave no food on her but some serums to keep her alive...yet she could only eat what those want her to eat, and what to drink. In was a time, when she was again in that jacket thing, but belt-tight secure on the bed she used all time to sleep. We found her sobbing. Sometimes drugged... but mostly in pain with tired eyes for so many drugs on her.
We couldn't do nothing but observe...
She started to talk with us when be left in solitude with no one around to vigilate her. Like she was going to lose her reality on things...a giving up suicidal action. We couldn't withstand more. WE talked back. Convince her to stay focus. There shall be an exit.
She claimed to be impossible. However, we are going to help her...
We had always looked people go inside and being treated as mere slaves for their experiments; and getting outside inside wood coffins...or just taken away after being consumed by fire inside special iron-tunnels humans called Ovens, like ashes.
Yet, when the girl appeared...we knew instantly she was special. But we couldn't know the why. We decided to break our silence, however.
She looked on us as friends. As the first who she can trust entirely.
For days and weeks, we worked to weaken the locks by gnaw their insides, gnaw and obliterate the internals of certain guards...the anger give us strength to scratch internals...eat the blood and dry them until be raisins...it took us a great while, yet one night...
The night...it must be the night.
We are going to escape with the girl.
And never come back....
Those Nurses, Doctors...even the aunt and director...just mere carasses from the truly hierarch of the darkness...
But better stay on silence...she is not prepared. She needs to escape.
And this night...its the night.
Our first taste of freedom.
Her first taste of freedom.
This was the night...