Blinding light flooded the dark room as the door opened, revealing a smirking Dr. Hathoway. "Strange what the human will do, when they're desperate enough." she mused, taking in the scene. It was true; I was desperate. Unfortunately I was desperate enough to attempt to break the chains, and my nose was hurt in the effort. I couldn't move from my position on the floor, and was lying in a small pool of my own blood and tears. Dr. Hathoway roughly hoisted me off the ground, pulling me down the hallway. She was surprisingly strong, and her expression smugly confirmed she was aware of it. "Wh-where are you taking me?!" I croaked. "You're going to the next treatment room." "This isn't treatment! It's torture!"- She struck me across the face, and I immediately shut up. I couldn't bring myself to try anything. It was weird, normally I would've killed her on the spot just for touching me. But I just let myself be dragged down the hall. If a few hours of treatment did this to me, what would happen in a day? A week? A month? I didn't know how long I'd be kept here. "Rose, you must understand, we live in a world where, if you do something bad, you're punished for it. So you need to be punished." she said sharply, looking down at me. "What...?" "Don't worry. It's for your own good. Be grateful you're only here for a day. Maybe you'll learn to behave." She shoved me through a door, and I landed on the ground, crying out in pain. Dr. Hathoway picked me up and sat me in a chair, unlocking the cuffs on my wrists and locking the ones on the chair arms. "Now... what are you?" "A... a human being." She pressed a device to me, and a shock went through my body, causing me to scream in pain. "Wrong. Again... what are you?" "A murderer." She turned the knob on the device higher, and shocked me again. I struggled against the restraints to no avail, and slumped to the side with a sob. "It's an easy question, Rose. What have you been called so many times?" "I"- "Say it." she commanded, shocking me again. "A monster!" I shouted, tears streaming down my face. Dr. Hathoway smiled at me, her eyes cold. "So much progress. Sleep well, Rose. I'll be back in the morning." She got up and left the room, shutting off the light before slamming the door shut. At least I could cry in solitude, but the darkness didn't mask the agony I felt, mental and physical. I just wanted to die at that moment, and cause the pain to stop. Solitary Confinement broke me. I'd never be the same.