(Another dark one)
Experiment 50 was bombarded with new things, soundtracks of words played over and over and over into his cell, there were loud noises, blood was drawn constantly, he was poked and prodded, and he couldn't even crawl away. He couldn't move, and when he finally could, he didn't know how.
Terina watched with glee as the boy suffered. Everything he didn't know, was one more way to make him suffer. He was weak, almost skin and bones now, but he didn't know how to eat, and she sure wasn't going to feed him. "That's enough!" she called, the troopers who had been torturing Experiment 50.
They walked away, laughing.
She looked at the beaten and bloody boy, her expression one of disgust, "Masters sure don't pick their padawans because of their looks," she muttered.
Experiment 50 cowered, hoping she wasn't here to torture him too, he let out a whine of fear, sounding very animal like.
"We'll have to teach you how to use your arms again, I ain't feeding you myself."
Experiment 50 whined softly, not understanding her words.
"Shut up, 50, unless you have something intelligent to say," Terina muttered, Kicking the bars of his cell.
He scuttled to the other end of the cell, away from Terina, and curled into a ball, trying to protect himself from the pain he was sure would come.
Terina snapped her fingers, and a trooper rushed over, "Get 50 to a room."
The trooper nodded, entered the cell, grabbed 50 and started dragging him away