"I have tried simply to write the best I can. Sometimes I have good luck and write better than I can." -Ernest Hemingway

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Monday, July 30, 2012

Who is Miranda Clark? (Part Three)

In the beginning, my days trapped in this prison were like my worst nightmares. They constantly jabbed me with needles, taking blood and testing the effects of various sedatives on me. They kept me restrained constantly because I had no desire to stay locked in this lair full of kidnappers.
Every time they left me alone, I would fight against my bonds but all I ended up with was bloody wrists and ankles. But before long, they just sedated me until I would calm down. Having your strength taken away so easily by just the prick of a needle really erodes your will to keep fighting.
Every time they sedated me, my mind couldn’t filter or compartmentalize all the information stored and it would rapidly jump through everything. All the masses of thoughts crowded in and I couldn’t even keep my mind on a linear track. It started to make me crazy and eventually I gave up resisting. I calmed down and let them believe I would bend to their will. For ten years I have been waiting for my chance to escape.
Once they had run all their tests, they discovered I wasn’t influenced by any outside factor. I was just born this way. I was solely unique and that made me more valuable to them. They couldn’t risk letting me go.

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