He laughed. They were all meaningless to him. He didn’t really actually care. Nothing would actually penetrate to his cold, cold heart.
A means to an end.
His experiments feared him above all. He controlled their lives, or lack thereof.
They were all just variables in an elaborate experiment.
He stood, hands resting on the cold steel railing, his face inches from the thick glass of the observation room.
Below him lay a human, but he considered them dumb beasts, just for him to do anything to. Any experiment could be carried out on them.
He was power drunk.
Variables.
Oooh, I love the way you took the title and made it about lab experiments.
ReplyDeleteCreeepy! Well done!
ReplyDeletesuch a good snapshot. I want to know more!
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