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Anastasia was secured tightly to a cold, metal table with two scientists in fireproof suits leaning over her. Her vision was blurry and she could barely make out the window high above where more looked down upon her. She continued to beg, though they could barely hear her. She was exhausted and pain surged threw her body.

"Again." One said in an indifferent tone. How could they torture her like this. She was different, but she was human. She had feelings and emotions. She closed her eyes and thought about dying. How happy she would be. She wouldn't even mind going to Hell. This place was far worse.

"One, two, thr..." The scientist counted. In the middle of saying three he snapped Anastasia's arm back against the table. A sickening crack was heard before the deafening siren that was her screaming. Fire shot up from Anastasia's body towards the observation window. It did no good. No one would be affected by it.