Isabella′s POV:
I explained my past to Hee-Young, who seem to be in a complete trance. I can see it, the words flowing in from one ear out the other.
The memories, as I finally spoke them, torture the numb soul within me. I remembered everything, the pointed needles piercing through my skin, the scribbles of individuals in white coats who shook their head in disapproval of the results they obtained from me, the lifeless bodies dropping onto the cold, lonely grounds.
"Again, Subject 35," his toneless voice rang inside my ear.
I threw up the food.
"Again."
My shoulder got dislocated.
"Again."
The surface of my skin torn.
"Again."
Blood ran down my arm.
"I am disappointed with the results, subject 35. You are a disappointing soldier," his head turned towards the others. "Tra
