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Elissa Mirwa

As a queen made to start a new generation, a new life, a new era, being confined was something that Elissa Mirwa detested above anything else. Humans were also somewhere at the top of the list. Having been caught a few years ago at the division based elsewhere, Elissa expected to be used to this kind of thing by now. The transfer was something new. Unable to move within her tank, Elissa grew highly aware of her surroundings; the people mainly. The person.

Her scientist. Her Daddy. He was the one thing that go he through the ... test. The dark long, endless thing that was supposed to be time. Inside her mask, her tank, it was hard to identify what time was.

"Pleased to see you arrived safely Mr Telsa. And Subject 918-4X too," said an unfamiliar voice. This peaked the child's interest, making her lift her head. How dare she talk to her like that.... Who did she think she was. Zoning out again as she was moved even further down some corridors, and what felt like an elevator, Elissa wondered what horrors she would have to endure here. Daddy would protect her...right?

Eventually Elissa heard the brakes of her tank click into place, meaning that was either placed in her new cell, or in the testing room. Either way, both would be nearly as bad as each other.
"Subject 918-4X has a name. It's Elissa, I trust you will address her by such whilst in my presence. Are we clear, Ms. Saunders? I do hope we are." Was that...Daddy!

Oh Daddy...I love you... thought Elissa, almost shedding a tear at how she could rarely speak words to him. Her still form just floated in the fluid, until she was drained and collected for testing. The severely emaciated child would almost fall from the tank into her father's arms...though sometimes it would be into the harsh, unforgiving hands of Researchers at the facility. Test upon test would be issued at that old place, though mostly they were just the case of hooking wires up to her and leaving her in the room on her own or varying lengths of time.

Hearing the party walk away was one of the hardest things Elissa could have heard. The transfer was hard on the child, she needed her Daddy with her. Her scientist. Her mentor. If she could move, she would have torn through the bars and hunted the man down, eradicating anything in her way, just to hug him again. Elissa couldn't remember the last time she was drained and got to use her legs, and it was clear that the muscle wastage was inevitable.

Elissa wondered if she would die from it. The muscle wastage. Or maybe the tests? What would the tests be like in this place? Worse, better? Who knows. All Elissa could see what that day and night rolled into one when she was contained, the only person she could rely on was Daddy, and if she could just use her vectors once...just once. No-one would ever have to endure the cruelty of humans again.