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~~IVAN~~

DECEMBER 25TH, 2013.

It was Christmas. The one day that Ivan ever got a little bit of relief in the cell. The only day he didn't have to be cut, so they could take his blood samples, or have needles piercing through his skin every single hour- or forced to do unnatural stuff.

Because it was Christmas, and the scientists were all with their families, having a nice holiday together while he was locked in a 'breed proof' cell, under at least a million surveillance cameras with large chains holding his hand and legs.

He had learnt to endure it over the years. The first time was torture, having to stand, sprayed out like that with each hand and leg chained to the far away halls. His bones had protested, muscles ached. But now he felt nothing- no pain, no ache.

He had learnt to numb out feelings.

His eyes were closed and he was trying to drift off to sleep, but that seemed impossible.

Then he heard the gates unlocking and almost startled but a quick whiff in the air had him relaxi