We stepped through the door frame. A mix of dust and mold, stuck to our skin and clothes as we descended into the basement, our footsteps echoed off the walls. The earthen scent of damp soil and rotting wood mingling with the cool concrete floor beneath our feet. Dim sunlight filtering through grimy windows, casting a faint glow on the cold and empty fireplace, a reminder of warmth in desolate times I eased her onto my makeshift bed, the worn blanket whispering comfort and warmth as it enveloped her.
She sighed softly and surrendered to exhaustion. With her fingers intertwined with mine in a gentle grasp, her body relaxed, rolling onto her belly, the blanket shifting to reveal small ports and connectors resembling delicate mechanical flowers emerging from her spine, obstructing its natural beauty. This stark reminder of the comprehensive modifications done to her body sent a shiver down my spine, raising questions in my mind. Who did this to her? The AIC acronym tickled a memory, just out of reach.
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My mind started conjuring up images of eerie fluorescent lights; the scent of antiseptic surgical rooms and cold metallic tables, the sound of drilling and sawing echoing off sterile walls. I Imagined her lying on a stainless steel table, surrounded by masked figures in scrubs, their faces a blur with the sterile scent of antiseptic, and the cold, metallic glint of surgical tools. flowed by the sounds of drilling and sawing echoing off the walls in my mind. My heart raced with each imagined scenario, the horror of her experiences threatening to overwhelm me.
The girl-fidgeting around in my bed. Her eyebrows furrowed, her lips pursed, her eyes shifting under her eyelids. She jolted awake, eyes wild and unfocused, as if trying to shake off the memories. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as she trembled, the warmth of her tears soaking through my shirt. After a while, she calmed, looking up at me with a mixture of fear and trust. As I whispered, You're safe with me. My voice was gentle and reassuring as she relaxed against me, her eyes closing in surrender. She fell back asleep, with a fragile sense of safety.