He raised his hand and wiped his face.

His once grinning face is now turned to a frown "How dare you, you disgusting creature." I cowered a little, I was still scared of them, in one quick motion, the knife in his hand was gone, buried deep in my thigh instead.

I cried out in pain.

The fact that it was dipped in silver hurt more than the knife itself.

He started dragging it down my thigh, still buried inside it, creating a long wound which will scar.

One of the other guys picked up another knife and handed it over to him, he took it and stabbed my other thigh with it, repeating the same process as on the left one but this time the knife was dipped in wolfsbane.

I was a mess.

The physical pain combined with the mental one was too much for me, I was about to pass out from the pain and I actually thought they would let me.

How wrong I was.

The moment he realized I was about to pass out, he yelled "Give me the shock collar fast and put it to its highest intensity, this pup won't get the pleasure of passing out."

The moment it was clasped around my slim neck it started buzzing, the electric current it sent through my body woke me up within milliseconds, this time in horrible pain from the two knives stuck in my thighs and the pain of having electricity forcefully spread through my body.

It was excruciating and I was sobbing, begging for mercy but it did not matter, as usual.

All my begging did was angering them further.

"Give me the whip laced with mercury." He stated in a calmer voice now.

I could barely understand what he was saying but it didn't matter because one moment I was shocked almost to death, the next my shirt was ripped off and the whip struck my back with force.

I screamed so loud the walls shook, it was too much, I was going mad with pain, one lash, two lashes, three lashes at one point he even said "Count and say thank you for each lash, don't miss a number or I'll start it all over again until I'm satisfied." And I did count, up until the very last one.

"100, thank you sir." I breathed out, talking was too painful for me to do but I had to.

"Unchain her and bring her to the chair." I was too exhausted to react, the collar stopped it's shocks a few minutes ago so it was easier for me to pass out.

The torture went on for hours.

Whipping, stabbing, using me as a shooting dummy, electric shocks, making me drink silver, pouring wolfsbane on my skin, burning it to the point of no recognition.

I screamed and cried, begged and pleaded, it didn't matter, talking did me no good, it wasn't helping, they didn't care.

I became numb

I didn't feel anything anymore, I stopped my begging, I stopped my screaming, all of it only brought them immense pleasure which made me sick to my stomach at some point but now?

Nothing matters anymore.

They finally broke me.

I have a routine.

Wake up by being stabbed, go through 4 hours of torture, get in the cage, win the sick competitions, submit to public torture and get back in my cell.

I finally have an insight on why I am here.

They're experimenting on us, supernaturals.

They are humans in need of power.

They grow us up through pain, they mature us at an early age, use us for their sick twisted pleasure, have fun in torturing us and their final purpose is to make an army of killing machines who only listen and now down to their command.

I was once again chained to the wall, this time I was smiling, I had a crazed look in my eyes and I know it.

They once again brought out all the equipment they needed and started on me.

They firstly put the collar around my neck, turning it up slightly, afterwards they grabbed four whips dipped in different substances and started the whipping process, this time it wasn't only on my back, they whipped everywhere they could, and I smiled throughout all of it.

"What the fuck are you smiling at you piece of shit?" Asked one of the guards torturing me.

I ignored his question and stared laughing like a maniac.

The whipping didn't hurt anymore.

My body used to all the chemicals, the pain wasn't felt by me anymore.

I was in bliss " You should grab the knives, maybe they'd work better." I suggested in a sarcastic tone.

I was angry.

One of them turned to the table and picked up a nail and a hammer and came to me.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to him, interested in what he was about to do.

He brought the nail right at the tip of my finger, shoved it under my thumb nail and with the hammer he pushed it in and ripped my nail out.

I just sat there watching him, like the others.

I didn't make a sound.

He repeated the process to all of my nails before waiting a few minutes for them to grow back and do it all over again, sometimes I cursed my fast healing for this reason alone.

I was always faster than anyone here, stronger, smarter.

I healed within seconds.

That's why the doctors used me as the main lab rat.

They wanted to copy me, copy my genes and add them to all the supernaturals in their army.

The torture went on for hours until they finally got bored by my lack of reaction and gave up, leaving me alone in the hell hole once again.

At this point I was waiting.

At this point I was there willingly.

I found out a few month back that I can leave whenever I want, but no.

I won't leave until I've dealt with all these fuckers.

I'll give them exactly what they offered me and more.

I was a child when they brought me in, when they stole my innocence.

When they broke me.

But now?

Now I'm grown, gone is the small child that loved life.

They transformed me in a monster.

They wanted a killing machine and that's what they got.

Gone is the humanity in me replaced by a whole bunch of nothingness.