Niyana was lethargic and unresponsive to his antics, she felt them but between her tears and muttering a of words she couldn't focus. Her breath was static and stranded to make her gasp in fear. Eyes glazed over as she stared ahead. The saltine tears left trails down her cheeks as she cried out and curled against the bars with her side, "Im a good girl... They are good boys- they don't- MOMMY!" She gripped the bars and shook as she whimpered. In her wide eyes you cold nearly see all that she went through....<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Holding the pale hand of her father she was lead down he stairs and to his lab, deep underground. Whimpering she looked up to him, "Where we going daddy? Daddy?" The man looked down a her, over his half moon like glasses and chuckled, "I'm going to help you be rid of the evil men in you." She began crying, "They aren't evil! They care bout me daddy! Don't take them from me!!" Sh stopped and tugged his arm, "I DON'T WANT YOU TO TAKE THEM AWAY!!" He stopped and frowned, tugging her harshly, screaming by now she refused to have them taken. He tugged and dragged her to his office and crouched before her as she cried heavily, "Sweetie they are not helping you. You have no friends but these imaginary people. You are too old to keep them now be a good girl and sit in that chair." She whimpered and sat down but soon was strapped tightly down and looked to him as he put something on her head, sharp prickly things, "Daddy?" He then left the room and began to monitor her from a distance, "DADDY?! DAAADDDDYYY!?!?!?!" She then belted out a terrible noise as she began to feel the sharpest pain she ever felt. As it went on and as it was controlled her body jerked and twitched as she screamed, "IT HURTS! MAKE IT STOP! YOU'RE HURTING US!" Her body began to move to the point it blurred, the figure of a you g boy with blond hair sat there just then as he too screamed, "PLEASE WE ARE GOOD! WE ARE GOOD!" He jerked about before he too blurred and soon a different boy with black hair sat there screaming, "MAKE IT STOP!! MAKE IT STOP!!" No one stopped it. It went on. The girl then was back to herself still crying and screaming before long her head began to blur from movement as did her figure, repeatedly switching till the power shut off. Her throat raw as she gasped and muttered over and over that it hurt, that she as a good girl... All before her mother burst in saving her...</span><br/><br/>Out of the memory her throat was raw, and she couldn't speak. She never screamed but cried. A blur of her figure came and soon a new figure sat where she had been. A long blond haired male, curled against the bars, one hand gripping a bar so tight his knuckles were white as paper, "No more... It hurts... No more... We didn't do bad. We won't hurt Niyana... No more!" It was Marcus. The rarely seen one. He was the soft speaking one Mui heard. He hated showing himself because people would see the scars on his arms. He was a cutter. If Niyana was too upset he'd hurt himself. To save her from pain of the scars, he had done it for years for her. Whimpered till he pulled out a cell and set it down, it was Niyana's father. Lifting his hand he dug his nails into his arm and pinched himself before whimpering and changing back to Niyana. She picked it up and sniffled, "What is it..."<br/>Ow, you dont even hesitate to not say "dad" or "daddy" anymore.<br/>"Of course I won't. What do you want?"<br/>Oh be nice my baby girl, I was going to ask if you wanted to go out for dinner.<br/>"I'm not hungry..."<br/>Please? It would be good to see my little girl again.<br/>"No."<br/>Mom already said it was alright.<br/>"Fine.... Where at and I'll ride my bike there. And what time?" He told her and she realized he'd be there soon. Lucky her she hid her bike already though. But yet she didn't want to leave the mouse boy. What to do?