Once again in your chamber, they left the straight jacket off, just more weight on the end of your bony legs and arms. What were you going to do anyways? Kill them? Surely, it isn't that simple you decided, without them you wouldn't feel or be "cared for". 

You sat scraping at the sides of the chamber, creating another line added to millions and millions of tiny but deep cuts in the steel. Your head had a quick pulse, causing you to clutch the small horns. What did you do to deserve this? No, what hadn't you done to deserve this? Ever since you were three your parents had been brutally murdered and then burned. You were kidnapped by Claire by a lonesome night, and brought to your new father. They had been so friendly at first, but at last you deserved a scolding for being such an unruly child. For your existence and bubbly attitude as you grew, they had began to hate you for becoming independent and strong. It had sickened them so much they had killed off your preproductive system, tore out any important parts to actually living as a human. For now you served no purpose but to do as they say, but then again you could always take on the deal that father had suggested. 

You didn't want to disappoint papa, so you made up your mind and decided to tell him about it next time you were released. No need for escape now, when you had a purse to time to take back your purposes. 

After thinking, you drifted off into a troubled slumber, reliving your nightmares of when you were weak and couldn't withstand the injections and tortures. You once thought that they were bad and they left you to cry, now you enjoy your tortures and couldn't wait to endure them once again. What were you? No one else had horns, nor pointed and jagged nails. Making one last scratch for another count, you drifted off once again. This time staying asleep without waking until morning. Sleep was also a good feeling other than pain, sleep told you sometimes good dreams would visit you.