Days went by, even weeks, to months, and Becky could not help but to feel helpless. All of her attempts at escaping were proved to be fruitless, and she had begun to accept the fact that she nor anyone else were getting out of that place any time soon.

She had even gave up on fighting back, and just laid back and let the doctors experiment on her, and at night was curled into a ball, crying softly. She heard the door open and the footsteps of her boyfriend, but didn't turn around to face him, knowing that he was going to experiment on her again.

"Hello Becky, I have something new to try on you today," he said, pushing a cart of food in the room. "After you eat lunch I'll take you to the operation room and get started." "Fine. Let's just hurry up and get it done and over with," she said softly, sitting up but still not looking at him.

Black smiled at her, happy that she was finally being obedient, and not having to restrain her anymore. He gave her the tray of food and helped her to eat it, since she was a little weak from being experimented on so much lately, but was happy she stopped asking questions about her family and friends.

"Here my sweet, have a senzu bean, it'll restore your strength and energy and you will be ready to start with the new things today," he said, popping one in her mouth and she swallowed it, feeling better but still depressed.

An hour later Black began the new "treatment" as he called it, causing her to cry out in pain as he placed a very hot pack of coals on her back, and leaving them to sit there burning her skin, wanting him to stop and eventually passed out from the pain, and he wrote down her reaction on a clipboard.

He healed her again, and brought her back to her room, where she lay depressed again, and began to think negative things, finding the paper clip she stole while he wasn't looking, and began cutting again, watching the blood run down her arm before wiping it away, repeating the action over and over, still feeling helpless and rolled over to sleep as the bleeding stopped, leaving a new scab to grow.