Awakening to the fluorescent lights turning on, I cover my eyes. A few minutes go by until I adjusted my vision to my surroundings. Tile walls covered by a blue barrier and a single twin bed. A toilet in the corner along with a white sink. Everything is white and made to stand the tests of time.

Sitting up I try fixing my hair.

Oh, that’s right. My right arm was vaporized and left in some alley way. I remember the abduction and getting shot, but everything after is blurry.

Disorientated, I walk over to the mirror. Feeling how off my body feels missing a limb, I walk with an awkward gait. One step at a time, I manage to make it to my destination to assess the damages.

My shoulder is a mass of scar tissue. Multiple nicks in my side show how lucky I was getting shot at point blank range. I either had my flesh ripped off by either a shotgun or a hollow point. Rolling both my shoulders, I attempt to loosen my stiff joints.

After a few cracks later, I hear a mechanical noise. Looking all around, I eventually found the source of it all. In all four corners of the room, are cameras mounted in the ceiling. They’re inside of a black sphere shape and the only thing I can see is the red recording light.

It seems like they’re currently watching me. Might be noting down everything I do, or perhaps updating their damn psychological profile of me. No use worrying. I’m their prisoner and I tried everything I could to get away. I just hope my old cell mates are holding up better than me.

Noticing nothing else besides the occasional camera flash from the ceiling, I bend over to check out the blue field in my room.

Why would they have an extra field here? Didn’t they have one outside too. Either they are trying to have extra protection for me, or they might be trying to use the contamination outside to mutate me.

Shaking my head I could only shrug at my observation. Seeing nothing else noteworthy in my room, I went searching in my night stand. After a quick search I seem to have found a remote.

“At least they didn’t leave and forgot all about me.”

Using the remote, a TV screen projects itself onto the wall. Switching channels, I stop when something catches my eye.

Isn’t that Phil from yesterday? What is he up to.

[So Dr. Fritzhugh, you say you’re currently spearheading a new field of bio-science?]

[I wouldn’t say just I. But my team here next to me are currently the most advance scientists in their fields. We all together are the ones who have found a feasible way to redefine the way we view science.]

[If that is so, can you explain whats is your groups current findings?]

[I can, but it’ll involve a lot of technical terms and data. I would rather summarize what we have discovered so far. Only if it’s okay with you.]

[It’s fine. Please go on Dr.]

[You see, the radioactive particles plaguing the air outside of the safe zone, is in fact not as deadly as we previously thought. It’s not a contamination, but a natural thing found in nature on this planet. Have you ever wonder why vegetation and other forms of life can be found outside?]

[No, it never crossed my mind before. Why is that?]

[It’s an easy answer. They have adapted and evolve around this uncontrollable energy. They have found ways to use this baffling power in ways we never imagine possible. How could something so natural to them, be such a toxin to us? It’s because we are the aliens here and have never had time to adapt like them.]

[In other words, you guys are trying to speed up our natural evolution?]

[Yes and no. My team and I have discovered how to do that already. Implementing it isn’t the biggest problem. It’s what we want to achieve, is what causing the hold up.]

[Then what’s the hold up?]

[We want to go beyond that. We were the masters of the food chain on Old Earth. Nothing could stand against us their, but here… a common animal is able to use this corrosive energy to out-power and outmaneuver our current technology. They can hit harder than bullets. Run faster then cars. And fly better than our best planes. At Scientology of Eugenics, we want to be at the top again. At least be on the same playing field as the inhabitants of this planet.]

[Interesting. How would you go about this?]

[We are still in the planning phase. But my team and I believe we can achieve this in a relative short period of time and much more.]

Turning off the TV I roll around in my bed.

This has to be an old interview. I literally saw Phil yesterday and he looked super excited getting his specimen shipment. I doubt he’ll go back into town just for an interview. And this Fritzhugh guy must be an upper manager or something. I might need to watch out for him or else I might be his next guinea pig. I hope my researcher I’m stuck with is like Phil.

Silently I stare up to the ceiling. I start counting the number of flickers per minute, to counting the number of tiles on each wall. Eventually I grew bored, and ended up taking a nap. Who knows how much time has passed, a day or two, I started to get hungry. I was able to drink from the sink, but no matter how long I wait, no one is showing up.

On the second day, I feel the hunger pains setting in. I wonder back and forth in my room, hoping something would happen. In the end I give up and try to distract myself by watching the news.

You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

Another day passes by and I’m back at pacing around in circles. I used the bathroom and the smell fermented the cubicle I’m in. It was a mistake leaving the toilet lid open for so long. A few hours later, my stomach growls and the pains set back in.

In the recent days of my isolation, I grew use to my empty stomach. Ever since the third day past, I started to notice vitamins being sent into my room. No matter how hard I tried peaking through the slit in my door, I never was able to see exactly who gave it to me. Only thing I found out was a young nurse was the one secretly supplementing me.

Satisfied with the idea of starving to death in a month, I start daydreaming about how hot this mysterious person could be.

Could she felt bad about my situation. I woke up alone and she was the only human contact with me. I know she realized after the fifth day, I was looking forward to her visit. One time I opened the slit right when she handed the medicine out. I can only imagine how cute her reaction was when she screamed of fright. I just really need to see her face or something. I can’t stand my urges for long. Every man needs to release some stress sometime.

As I was taking care of business, I try remembering Catharine’s naked body. Every crease of her tone back and butt makes it easier to get it up. Trying to ignore the four cameras watching me jack-off, I imagine my life having sex with Aris and her, and before I knew it, I already blew my load.

Washing my hands in the sink, I notice a little package from the nurse sitting at the door. Walking over I realize it was a box of tissues and a bottle of germ-ex.

Dear God, please help me get over this embarrassment. Why was the only thing I looked forward to, have to see me jacking off. What did she think of my dick? What about the vascularity? I know Catharine enjoyed it. The only thing I can do, is accept the offering she gave me.

Everyday passed like this. Getting out of bed, drinking water, relieving myself, accepting pills from the fairy and feeding my worldly urges watching porn on TV. After another week passed, I can start seeing a six pack forming on my body. The hunger pains have disappeared and my body feels refreshed like never before. My damaged shoulder and ribs don’t hurt as much and I start to grow special feelings for the nurse behind the door.

“Kind of interesting realizing you’re going crazy. I haven’t talked to anyone in three weeks. The scratches on my bed are starting to fill the frame. Soon I won’t be able to mark my stay here.” Sighing to myself. “Sometimes a blue flash appears scanning my body. And afterwords my cute fairy comes around to feed me some pills. I feel like a damn...”

Guinea pig. That’s right, I’m a prisoner here. I have to keep my mind focus. Don’t give in. I’m William 20 years old and currently employed as a lab rat. I haven’t ever imagine my occupation in life would be this. I hope Catharine won’t miss me. I wish I fucked Aris too.

“Dammit. Do something! I’m sick of this cold shoulder bullshit!”

Laughing quietly to myself, I curl up in my bed. Another night passes until I notice the slit in my door open up. Walking over sluggishly, I discover a note to my surprise.

Did the cute nurse pity me? She must realize I’m going crazy or its just a cable bill for the porn I’ve been watching lately.

Unfolding the note, I begin to read.

[Are you all right William. I’ve been assigned to keep you in good health. I can’t tell you my name, but I want you to know you’re not all alone. I heard you last night talking to yourself and I couldn’t help but feel how much pain you’re in. If you ever want to talk, just write down what ever you feel and stick it in the door. Make sure you aren’t seen.

- Your Friend <3]

Looking around quickly, I notice the cameras aren’t focused on me. Sticking the note in my pocket, I hurried to the bathroom. Ever since I’ve been held here, they don’t try to film me on two occasions: on the toilet and when I’m masturbating. Getting my priorities right, I sit down before getting my pen ready.

What should I write? How I’m currently going nuts or how glad I am to finally have a way to communicate to someone. I don’t know what to say or how to start my note. It feel’s like I’m passing notes back in elementary school.

Steadying my hand I begin my first of many letters.

[I can sort of understand why you don’t want to tell me your name, but could I at least have a nickname. People call me Will and I wouldn’t mind you using it in the future. Would be nice putting a name to a face when I can.

Currently I was about to go crazy in here. Not speaking to another person and watching reruns of TV programs everyday would do that to anyone. Counting the scratches on my bed I notice I’m coming to my first month in this institute. I wonder if you could tell me if they’ve forgotten about me, or I’m just going to be stuck like this forever.

Other than that, I would like to have more paper for my next letter.

- Will]

Flushing the toilet, I pretend to check out the slit in my door. Double checking, I hurried to stick my note out for the nurse. Standing back up, I lazily make my way back to the bed before continuing my TV series.

The next day arrives and another note appears. This time I notice pink lipstick at the corner of the paper.

She must have a thing for pitiable people. I guess my next letter will be about how awful my stay here has been.

Walking to the bathroom again, I read the letter.

[Hello Will. I couldn’t sneak much more paper to you, so please forgive me. You can call me Triss, and I didn’t know you came here right before I started to work. Imagining you all alone in there breaks my heart.

In about another month or two, I heard I’ll have to lead you to the lab where you’ll be tested at. I don’t know why they’re holding you here, but I’ll be in deep trouble if they figure out I was communicating with you. The only good thing, is after each of your tests, I’ll be able to take you above ground for some exercise.

- Yours truly Triss]

Replying to her letter.

[Thank you Triss. I’m having the worst experience of my life in here. I thought being peppered sprayed was horrible, but being locked up in this box is a solid number two on the worst things ever. Number one would be when I got my arm blasted into pieces, which happened last month after I was brutally kidnapped and hurt.

Other than knowing I’m going crazy, I can’t imagine another two months with-out letters from you. Please don’t get caught and don’t sneak in more than you’re able to. I hope going up to the surface would do me some good. Pacing back and forth is an early sign of a mental breakdown. Thank you again for your note.

- Will]

Sticking my note back in the door, I begin my long wait until my experimentation. One month turned into two and eventually three. During this time, I’ve been given razors to shave and haven’t eaten anything besides an occasional juice, Triss manages to sneak in.

I realize I’m starting to become emotionally dependent on our little letter exchanges, but I don’t believe its a bad thing. Anything is better than being deprived of basic communications, when humans are very social creatures. Other than our secret chat, the only other thing to look forward to is sleeping.

And one day when I was sleeping, my cell finally slides open.

Seeing the area outside of my cell so clearly, I’m slightly taken back. I’m nervous and start shaking subconsciously. Watching two armed guards coming towards me, I back off into the corner. Seeing them slow down they stop before beckoning towards the door. Then I notice Triss walking in. With her brown wavy hair and glasses, she gives me a warm smile.

Slowly I move my way towards her, afraid of angering the two brutes next to her. Giving me a slight hug, she guides me by my hand outside my cell. Silently all four of us made our way to the elevator before heading straight to the lowest floor.

Watching each floor flashing by, I tighten my grip onto Triss, until she rubs my back comfortably. Looking around, I realize everything is the state of the art. Floating monitors and multiple dome rooms created a perfect circle around the surgical platform.

Interrupting my gaze, Triss pushes me forward and beckons me to go on alone. One step after another, I enter the center of the floor.

Upon entering the white circular room, I finally met the person who will be experimenting on me.