Bang.

A hand beat against the tempered glass making little noise towards the outside. All was dark around, only a single light beat down her head above. She removed her fist and prepared another attack against the box. Her screaming was muted, floating away in a flurry of bubbles. She could not cry. She could not yell. Her voice was fading with her strength. Bang. Another attempt failed to be acknowledged. She knew there were people around her. They were watching, analyzing. What did they want? What could they need from her?

The water rose quickly where she stood only minutes before. She floated to the surface again, gasping as hard as she could to get what little air she could get. Her lungs clenched tight in her chest and sparked a pain she could not release. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as her desperate attempt to reach for air became dire. Somewhere in her mind told her she wouldn't die, but what screamed in her ears said different. The banging lessened its power, her eyes fluttered to stay open. What oxygen remained in her was creeping up her stomach to her throat and hung right on her lips before a loud sound echoed softly, lowering her weak body down along with the water.

The light above shone faintly through her wet lashes. She saw something blurry. They…are looking. Observing. Swelling causes her eyes to barely hold her vision on the figure that disappears back into the darkness. She felt the water at her fingertips slowly inch up, pouring in from beneath her as it took her body back into the frigid temperatures. Her heart pumps faster and fear pooled into the back of her mind. She leapt up, falling to her knees from the lack of balance and sliced them on the squared metal floor. Urged, she banged on the glass once more before shuffling away at the revelation of a shadowed face that peered into the box closely.

She screams, feeling her hot tears burn her cheeks as the man's scarred face and black beady eyes stare relentlessly at her. He is inanimate, simply watching her widened hands push against the glass behind her the faster the water rushes up her naked body. Her chest heaves with panic when the water reaches to her hips, semi-choking her with the amount of water already enclosed within her lungs. She coughs and makes little time to gather air. The desperate woman is to the surface and pushes her lips to the top of the box in effort to gather as much air as she could before submerging once more.

Her bloodshot eyes are to him. Her irises stark amber against the expanded veins.

The man walks away, his hands behind him.

"Continue the procedure. Make sure it imprints." His gruff voice demands to the doctor, who nods once. The doors slide and he exits, leaving the doctor alone to their thoughts. He hears banging once more and averts his somber eyes that had glanced to the woman's trembling hands on the glass.

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