Today seemed to be like an ordinary day. Wake up at 4:30 a.m. Have a cold shower. Wait till 5:00 a.m. Be led to lab. Be experimented on till 11:00 p.m. Eat meagre dinner. Shower off blood and stuff. Change clothes. Sleep. Repeat. Robin walks out of the small shower in her cell, dried and dressed. She sits on her bed, waiting for the guards to take her away. The clock strikes five and her cell door opens. Standing, she walks in the middle of a circle of six guards to a lab. This one seemed.... Different. They quickly strapped her to a bed like usual. They started by taking off her shirt and lashing her stomach. Like, with a whip. Typical day. Waiting for the worst, Robin lays there grimacing and flinching with each hit. After awhile it stops and something is poured in her wounds that stings like all hell. The wounds are an angry red as the liquid contacts. It slowly goes into her through her wounds and she yelps in pain. Next up, the typical amount of needles in her crippled arm. But, these were painkillers little to Robin's knowledge. Out of the blue, one of the scientists pull out a bizarre machine. And chop chop, her arm comes clean off. Robin looks at it in disbelief, feeling the pain as the painkillers somehow fail. After the initial shock, she starts screaming in pain. Gasping, kicking, screaming, struggling. But, somehow, the wound starts closing up at a record pace. This, of course, doesn't mean she doesn't feel every second of the pain. After several long minutes the wound closes up and the pain slowly goes away. She remains there, kicking and screaming, still feeling phantom pain. (Badumtiss MGSV reference anyone?) She eventually stops, realizing this is going to be the norm. Today, her birthday, she became thirteen. That was when almost all the prisoner/test subjects started loosing limbs at thirteen in this facility. She inwardly sighs.
Just another day at the lab.