Young and asleep, oblivious to the frustrations yet to come their way. I noticed then

that some of them had tubes going into their bodies through all sorts of possible ways.

My scared mouth could not help itself this time, and so a loud gasp inevitably made

itself heard -my voice sounded nothing like the thoughts in my head- and then I heard

someone coming.

I was scared. Fear is, after all, the first emotion taught to any living thing.

I did not have to keep on guessing for long, however, as through the corner of my

struggling eye, I was able to appreciate him somewhat. I uttered something in response

to being so scared, though I was unable to understand it myself at the time. Then I felt

a pair of trembling fingers gently caressing my face and my eyelids. Those wrinkled

hands then proceeded to go all over my naked body: checking, poking, searching.

Examining.

My eyes could not do much else but wander aimlessly while that was all taking

place; trying to divert my attention of what could be going on. I then noticed some

luteous markings on some of those darkened walls - although I was unable to read

them, they still held some interest over me, if only momentarily. My eyes decided

then to continue their penurious tour only to be halted again by one of those beds.

Someone was twitching under a few heavy white blankets, someone even smaller than

me I would say, twitching and complaining; and right before my mouth could exclaim

a word, my face was turned away from it.

A warm and trembling hand was now making me stare at an even older face: one

whose wrinkles easily drew an expression of worry. I started to hear his voice, hoarse,

masculine, and old; completely the opposite of what mine had previously sounded like.

I could tell he was urgently trying to tell me something but his words, just like my very

own, were no more than indistinguishable sounds to me. Gently his trembling fingers

began rubbing around my eyes as if he knew they were hurting, and sure enough after

a while, any remaining blurriness still holding onto the corners of my sight was gone.

Immediately after, and as fast as he could, he began removing all the restraints tying

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me to that bed, and after that was done, he helped me to sit.

He had a big smile on his face as if he were so proud of me, and although I could not

understand the sounds coming from between his lips, his eyes could easily tell me as

much. More than once I signalled him that I could not understand him, but no matter

how many times I would nod my head he still would not stop.

His mouth kept moving as if my ears could make all sense out of them. He tried and

tried and tried until he made me smile for the first time, shyly at first but eventually

he even managed to steal my first giggle. He smiled back. I will never forget my

first pleasant exchange with another, nor will I forget that loud sound that came to

interrupt it.

A big shriek, the sound of metal being dragged across more metal; it interrupted

us and made him look away from me. That older face turned away from me so fast,

towards that door opening, and the younger man that proceeded to walk through

it. They began to hastily exchange sounds between them and the more they did,

incredibly, the easier it became for me to understand what they were saying.

A few short words at first... “Sir... you... certain?” The new man asked.

“It... the... way.” The older man replied, and it quickly became apparent he was in

charge no matter how their words were being exchanged.

“But... ...dangerous game... ...!” The young man said before storming off. The older

one tried to follow him, but he stopped at the door. He whispered something and even

though I could not understand it, I knew it to be sad.

“Did you ... any ... that?” He asked as he made his way towards me, “You did... you?”

“Yes...”

That reply impressed no one else more than it did me.

The way I bounced in surprise almost threw me out of that bed.

“Easy there.” He held me gently, “It will only get easier for you by the moment.”

“Easier?” I had to inquire, “What?”

“Everyt... will.” His eyes immediately adopted a more serious look, and the rest of

his face followed, “But first... must... you... of here.”