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She didn't trust him. He was cold, so very cold that it nearly burned and yet...he'd made no move toward her. He spoke to her. He was honest, brutally so and while she instantly hated him for it, she could accept it. He wasn't commanding her to do anything, wasn't subduing her forcefully like so many had done before him. She didn't trust that he wouldn't. She wasn't stupid. She was broken...not dumb.
He might be, though. She wasn't sure yet.
Her hazel eyes flickered, caught between clear thinking and the images caught in her mind, the swirling vortex of thoughts and emotions, a past she couldn't understand. She closed her eyes as pain spiked through her temples and the heel of her hand went up to press to the area as her body tensed. It was so hard to remember anything, to think clearly, to make her mind work in one unbroken line of thought and communication.
Why was she frightened? So many reasons. Why was she scared of HIM? She didn't know him, knew he was going to help those who were doing this to her. Why was she terrified of handlers? Misha cried out, sliding down against the wall as the pain elevated and she curled her fingers tightly to her head, wanting it to stop as the world whirled around her. "P-please, leave m-me alone. Don't t-touch me...don't touch me....please, don't touch me..."
She whispered the words, the fight seeming to drain away to be replaced with the scared child again and it was more than clear by the way she curled into herself that she'd been abused in some way or another, and it had nothing to do with the programming....or maybe it did. It was hard to tell as of yet. Dr. Morgan seemed determined in that moment to make sure that a great deal of thought couldn't be given to the matter and she seemed more agitated than normal, more nervous. Everyone did, as if there is something they were not allowed to say. "The drugs are wearing off. She'll go into withdrawals soon. We must get her reinserted." she told Silas.
He might be, though. She wasn't sure yet.
Her hazel eyes flickered, caught between clear thinking and the images caught in her mind, the swirling vortex of thoughts and emotions, a past she couldn't understand. She closed her eyes as pain spiked through her temples and the heel of her hand went up to press to the area as her body tensed. It was so hard to remember anything, to think clearly, to make her mind work in one unbroken line of thought and communication.
Why was she frightened? So many reasons. Why was she scared of HIM? She didn't know him, knew he was going to help those who were doing this to her. Why was she terrified of handlers? Misha cried out, sliding down against the wall as the pain elevated and she curled her fingers tightly to her head, wanting it to stop as the world whirled around her. "P-please, leave m-me alone. Don't t-touch me...don't touch me....please, don't touch me..."
She whispered the words, the fight seeming to drain away to be replaced with the scared child again and it was more than clear by the way she curled into herself that she'd been abused in some way or another, and it had nothing to do with the programming....or maybe it did. It was hard to tell as of yet. Dr. Morgan seemed determined in that moment to make sure that a great deal of thought couldn't be given to the matter and she seemed more agitated than normal, more nervous. Everyone did, as if there is something they were not allowed to say. "The drugs are wearing off. She'll go into withdrawals soon. We must get her reinserted." she told Silas.