I wake with a horrible pain that tortured me. The back of my shoulders lifted ever so slightly, off the bed. I try to recall what happened, but unfortunately, can't redeem my thoughts. What did he do now? I try my best to move, but come to realize that I am in restraints, again. I hear small talk and look over. The man was speaking to a women whom I have not seen. She points at me with a smile, but I do not smile back. The man glances over his shoulder and gets out of his seat. Side by side, they walk over. Still having there conversation until they reach my bed.
  "Clara, I would like you to meet Abbi." I scowl. That is not my name. I hate it. I want this lady to know me by my real name. Her expression turns into interest as she pokes at me. She grabs my horns, all I could do is watch. I didn't like it.
  "She is truly magnificent Dr. Charles. When will they grow in?" Ok, what? What will grow in? What else has he done to my body?
  "What will grow in?" I blurt without thinking before I say. The man, Dr. Charles, faces me with a glee plastered on his face.
  "They actually," He begins. "Just started growing in." I wriggle in the straps holding me down and the lady starts to undo them. I pause and eye her. I didn't know if I should run or stay put and not get in trouble. I sit up and rub my raw wrists while glaring at Charles. He shrugs and grabs me by my arms. I hold my breath at he stands me up. The pain turning into agony. It felt sore, my skin around the soreness burned. I felt like someone was hitting me with a flaming hammer. They go take a view of my back and touch at little stubs on the back of my shoulders. Right where the pain is.
  I jump in surprise, I never believed it would hurt that much. Charles takes some pills from his pocket and places them in my hands.
  "What are these? What do they do?" I fiddle with them, examining them closely. Just like that stupid lady who is still causing my pain.
  "Just eat them." He grumbles. He sounded like he was tired of my constant questions. I pop them in my mouth and the pain immediately goes away. I no longer feel them tugging at the small knobs on my shoulders. I can't feel anything as a matter of fact. Nausea sets in and I feel woozy. Charles catches me just before I crash into the ground and studies my face.
"Maybe the pain medication was too much. I'll just start giving you one pill." He lies me back down on the bed and doesn't even bother with the straps. He just calls the lady over and they both exit.
What in the world is happening? Is this all just a dream? I don't even know. All I know is that I miss my family and that I need a way to escape.
  Everything felt numb. Even the sorrow that was in the pit of my stomach. I wonder how long it would take the new thing to grow in. How soon.

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I wake up, rubbing the horns against the head of the bed, while noticing he had me restrained again. I felt hungover and ready to pass out again. The numbing had stopped and I could feel my surroundings clearly again. Like the weird soft material on my back.
I squirm in the bed, feeling the strange soft feeling move slightly on my shoulders and back. The pain began to settle in again and I immediately stopped. Charles came rushing down the stairs and swung the door open. Maybe he heard me shifting so much.
"Is everything alright?" His voice sounded concerned. I roll my eyes.
"What do you think? I've been kidnapped and experimented on. Take a guess." I snap. His eyes widen and he quickly undos the straps and sits me up. A smile creeps on to his face and he calls that lady from last night. I hear her heels clack against the cold floor. A swoosh of air picks up when she enters the room. She cheers excitedly.
  "What's going on?" I sought. Charles wraps his shoulder around my body, facing me. I cower in fear.
  "Your wings darling." He answers.
  "My what?" My mouth falls open in surprise. This is what they do to me?
  "Your bird wings. They grew in!" He exclaimed with high spirits. The softness on my back was because of my feathers. They put freaking wings on me. I push the doctor away and curl into myself. I wished I could just die. The pain was unbearable, yet I had to live with it until I left this place, or until I did die.
  I was shaking. The truth seeping into my mind. I was no long considered human. People would be terrified of me. How is having bird wings and stupid horns not scary to others? Weren't the horns enough?
  "Hey, it's going to be ok." He coos. He attempts to help me sit up, but I force myself to stay in this position.
  "Will she always be like this?" Clara walks up and touches my arm. I scowl and pull away. She takes a step back and doesn't bother to try a second time.
  "I don't know. I hope not." He gets up and leaves with Clara. Right after they have left, I start crying, but not so much to attract their attention.
  I take a peek out, something was blocking my view. I open my arms and discover the small feathers they had talked about. The wings had been wrapped around me like a small shield. I don't think they're fully grown yet, but I could tell I already hated them. Maybe I can use them to escape? Fly out and come back for revenge.
  Charles comes in with a tray of food. He just puts it on a table and comes toward me.
  "Do you like them?" He runs his fingers through the silky feathers. I inch away from him.
  "Seriously? How oblivious are you? I hate them!" He seems taken aback by my words. 
  "We did this for you. I thought you would love them. They look good on you." Yeah right.
  "If you act proper and not like a nuisance, I'll take you to a private area outside. Clara and I have been thinking about teaching you how to fly. We just have to wait for these to grow in, maybe add another part while we wait." He jokes. I listen even more to what he has to say. If I can master how to fly, I can get out of this place! Then, many concerns come to mind.

What will my family think?

What will my friends think?

What will others think?

What will they do when they see me?

"If I ever escape," I look him in the eye. "Will the people I once knew be frightened by my appearance? Will they still love me like before?" I think back to my crush, Owen. I missed him so much right now. What about my best friend? The last time I saw her, she was as drunk as everyone else at the party. She could barely stand up herself!
"The would be scared of the new you, yes. I doubt you'll get free though." We'll see about that.
"What new part would you add to me?" The words he said earlier had scared me. I could only worry about that.
"Maybe talons. We want you to be as much like of a bird as possible." Why? Birds are just birds. They aren't that special.
"How come? You could have made me prettier or something or at least let me stay looking like a normal human being." He let's go of my feathers. He grabs my hands and forces me to sit up.
  "You were supposed to be a gift for my daughter. She," He pauses. "I had to keep her away from society. Bad people were looking for her, and she never saw anyone else except me ever again. I wanted her to have a special and unique friend like you. There is something else you have a purpose for, but that'll have to wait." I was baffled. He has a daughter. He just wanted to protect her and keep her happy. But what about that other purpose he was talking about? I'll just try to show I understand. I'll also try to act better and not make him angry.
  "When will I meet her? How old is she? What does she look like?" I shoot questions at him.
  "You'll meet her soon." With that, he leaves medicine on the nightstand. I get up and walk to the bathroom. There were cameras all over the place, even in this room. The room where you'd expect to have at least some privacy. I stare deeply into the mirror, looking at a hideous beast that is now me.
  "Why me?" I ponder aloud. I hear a click from somewhere in the room and a new voice speaks up.
  "I'm not supposed to be talking to you right now, but I have answers." It was the voice of a girl. She sounded frantic, yet she was ready to solve any question I had.
  "Who are you?" The first question wasn't a very good one, but I needed more names. When I get out, I'll go straight to the police.
  "Alice. I'm the daughter of Charles, or your doctor." I whip my body around to face the camera. How stupid am I? It literally has a speaker attached to it.
  "Second question, where am I?"
  "I'm sorry, but I can't answer that." She apologizes.
  "Tell me now." I grit my teeth. They had gotten sharp over the last couple of days. Was this another thing that crazy man did?
  "Next question?" She avoids. It was no use.
  "Why me? It could have been anyone else in the world, but Charles chose me." Alice is silent for a moment. A very familiar voice comes onto the intercom.
  "She wasn't supposed to speak with you. Good thing she had some sense to not tell you." If was Charles. What did he do to her?
  "Where's Alice?" I anxiously ask him.
  "In her room. She's safe, but she really wants to see you. Maybe tomorrowI suppose." He sighs.
  "Go into her room and grab her. Be careful, she's a mighty fighter." He barks. Even though I can't see him, I could tell he was smirking.
  A loud bang echoes through my room and I lock the bathroom door. I hid in the shower and held my breath.
  "Open the door you brat!" Charles roars angrily. Kicks make dents in the metal door and it bursts open. The men force the shower curtain open, immediately going for my arms. The first man gets two horns pierced into his stomach, causing him to stagger over.