𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄, 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄
𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦.
" Cryogenic Sleep. "

The room is filled with a mixture of dimmed lighting and bright lighting. Multiple men stand spread out across the large room, most of which surrounding a single teenage girl. She sits in a semi-cushioned chair, somewhat reclined back, with chains and leather binding her to the seat, not allowing her to move a single inch. A young aged man sits on a wooden stool next to her, dressed in all white, with dark splashes of red taking over the calming color. With zero emotion in her face, she sits with the top half of her dress removed, allowing the doctor to help cauterize the wound she had received only a few hours ago.

A pile of flaming coal sits in a bowl next to the doctor, everyone in the room knows exactly what's about to happen to the young girl, this not being her first time. After allowing the knife to sit in the hot coal for over fifteen minutes, the doctor reaches down and gradually grabs the knife, making sure not to burn himself he slowly but surely places the side of the knife on top of her wound, just above her left breast; the heat from the flames being the most efficient and quickest way to help her.

After 13 long years the scorching pain, it's something she has gotten used to by now, it felt nothing more than a cigarette being placed onto her bare skin. While he closes her wound she sits still in her chair, looking straight ahead at the men who are doing their job.

After a very long minute, he pulls the knife away and tosses it to the ground, no longer needing it now that they're done. He pushes himself out of his seat, so he's now standing above the seated girl, he barely leans down and gently wipes away a single tear with his thumb since she's incapable of doing it herself. He gives her half a sympathetic look as he turns around, he walks away and leaves her alone with the rest of the men, his job now done until he's needed again. When he steps out of the two large doors his footsteps come to a stop, as he meets up with his boss.

Hearing a small voice, the tall, dark haired man turns around and looks down at his number one doctor. "как она?" He calmly speaks, knowing all his men are listening to their conversation but none will speak unless spoken to.
[Translation: How is she?]

Keeping his chest high, showing no fear, "She'll be alright. Just give her a few hours and she'll be able to continue with her training." He says, speaking English, while maintaining a submissive eye contact with the older man who's wearing an all black suit, knowing if he doesn't he'll get fired, or worse.

The boss glances between his guards and his doctor. "No need, she'll be taken care of in an hour." He half heartedly lies. He glances across the way, through a tiny window, and watches the girl in silence. Neither he nor his doctor speak a word until he lets out a deep sigh. "You'll be paid by the end of the day. уехать."
[Translation: Leave.]