She takes care of the little girl. She's unsure if it's because she's one of the only women in the office, but while the insinuation bothers her, there isn't a lot she can do. To obey is her job, not to question the morality of her orders, nor it is to ask where did that little one came from.
She's a low rank intern, so she's glad that at least she received a task that seems to show the signs of a promotion. Taking care of a witness can't be anything else, or that's what she tells herself, trying not to think of what'd happen if the opposite was true. however, she refuses to believe it: the conversations she's learned to listen behind closed doors tells her that they've found traces of the test subject in the girl, as well as the corpses that arrived in white bags with her. Therefore, her job is to watch her. Take care of her. Make sure there's nothing strange with her. And then? Her superiors didn't tell her.
The room where they have her has been adapted to resemble a small house without walls. On one side there's the kitchen, on the other a small bed, and in the middle a living and dining room. She enters everyday at the same hour and leaves everyday at the same hour, while the girl stays, watched by the cameras. She prepares her food, she tells stories, she plays with her... but she never stays. Never answers her questions about where her dad is.
To kill time, she sews ragdolls for her: a cat, a bunny, a bear, a lion, a bird... And as time passes, the girl stops asking questions. Did she knew her father wouldn't come back? She doesn't pry, she just sews more dolls.And more. And more. The innert bodies accumulate like the months the girl passes without seeing the sun. Maybe that's why her skin starts to become paler, or the eyes cristaline, or the nails yellow. That's what her bosses tell her, at least. And after so much time, is natural that she also starts to grow,or to grow thin by the controlled diet she gets, right? And what kind of children doesn't loose hair? She doesn't have to worry, just get in and get out when the clock chimes.
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Until one day the door doesn't open no matter how much she shakes it, no matter how much she hits and screams for the people outise to open up.
Lights flicker andgo down, and the place starts to get cold as if someone had just opened the door of a giant freezer. Smoke of a blue so dark is almost black in the darkness starts to fill the place, getting in her lungs and making her cough until blood comes out of her mouth. When he feels something grab her ankle, she screams and kicks to get it off herself without knowing what it is.
The bear ragdoll she swe rises her head to see her with button eyes, without letting go, and creeps up her leg like an enormous insect. Soon, other dolls start to move and join it. The advance through her body, get inside her blouse, stretch the skin of arms and legs like sheets that they hold onto and that make her scream from the pain. She hits them, kicks and try to rip them off her body, but the leech-like ragdolls feel no pain. When she steps on one with too much strenght, the doll explodes like a cockroach and a black liquid comes shooting from his innards and through the seams.
She runs, tumbles with everything in the room, falls to the floor and wriggles between the dolls that are stuck to her. Finally, a rat ragdoll gets into her mouth and shushes her screams.
The girl appears before her eyes. From the floor, she sees how the eyes have lost their innocence to become red and jump outside the skull. The neck of the girl gets longer and longer, and it cracks obscenely until it becomes as long as her own body. The girl's face ends up right in front of her, and she spoke with a deep and terrible voice.
"You locked me up, but I forgive you. I learned a lot thanks to you."
A sound like thunder was heard and the door fell. Two people with weapons appeared. She couldn't see their faces, but they had to be guards sent by her bosses to save her. Then the round of bullets where shot, both towards the girl that had turned into a monster, and herself in the floor trough the ragdolls. The monster fell behind, the disgusting neck still as long as a cord that used to hold a head, and with a red puddle growing around it. Slowly, the blood joined that which came from her body, stained by the black that came from the dolls' and that had splattered over her like paint splashes.
As she lost consciusness, the penumbra overcame her.