Post by silvana on Apr 22, 2022 5:12:17 GMT
Darkness. It is all the young woman who sits within an isolated room had ever known since she was first placed in this orphanage. Alone and lost, without even knowing what the hall outside this room even looked like, let alone the faces of anybody who roamed those very halls. All she could hear was the sounds of footsteps scurrying past each and every day, as if they were a chorus playing before her. Passing her by and pretending that she wasn't even there.
She could occasionally make out the sound of voices but did not know if they were originating from inside of her own head or from outside. Except for one. The gruff voice of somebody who called himself her psychologist. He was an older gentleman with graying hair and always wore a charcoal gray suit with a white shirt and black loafers. Although she did not know if he was telling her the truth, it was at least somebody that she could talk to. Somebody who wouldn't back away from her and turn their back at her sight.
A person that if nothing else, she could bond with and tell her deepest, darkest secrets too. That's all she truly wanted. Somebody who could free her from this isolation. This darkness. These chains that had been binding her. She could feel them pulling her back to the floor every time she tried to stand and walk or reach for the door. Their jingle caused her face to recoil and a soft breath to escape from her lips, yet it weirdly gave her a sense of comfort. A sense of normalcy, for it had embedded itself into her mind.
No matter how much she yearned to escape. To fight free and experience playing in the woodlands or visiting other people, she had come to accept that as long as she was here. As long as she was under the eyes of the government, she would be confined within this captivity. Sealed and fed only what they wished for her to eat. Learning all that they wanted her to know. Taking away everything that makes her human, turning her into a machine to fulfill their cold, twisted desires.
That is her routine. It was the only way she could survive within this prison. She had accepted that a long time ago. The words still resonate within her mind. "This is for your own safety..." Faint yet radiate like echoes. The sole thread that she has to hold onto is that they supposedly have her best interests at heart with this treatment. She was too callous. Too cold to release upon the world and needed to warm up. Needed to be taught how to feel, even if this was the inverse of how a regular child would have been taught.
Once more, she hears the sound of footsteps outside. Faint at first but louder as they approach the door, followed by the rare sound of the door creaking open. Staring, she notices two figures, both of whom are unfamiliar to her. Two men who appear to have rough beards, the one on the left wearing a black shirt with a logo on the right breast that she cannot fully make out and has chocolate brown hair. The other man is wearing a white t-shirt with denim jeans and chocolate brown cowboy style boots. He glances in her direction, scowling as his eyes meet hers.
"You think she's ready?" He questions before turning to his partner, who responds by simply nodding his head.
"Yes. It's time that we let her free," he responds, his voice flat as he turns to look at her. Noticing the blank expression within her eyes. "It's better than leaving her here. Especially with how she has been recently."
The man simply nods as he slowly makes his way over to the woman, who is still fixated upon the suited man. His voice was familiar to her, but she could not remember when she had heard it or even who it belonged to. Feeling the other man come closer to her with each step, her aura begins to shine within her as a defense mechanism. She had taught that to herself from the last time people she did not know entered this sanctuary and what they did to her. Memories that still remain within her mind and strike at her very core. Tugging at a heart that has turned ice cold.
Sensing the aura, the man attempts to assure her by remarking gently I'm not here to hurt you. I promise," as he kneels down. Reaching into his right jeans pocket, he extracts a silver key which shimmers as the light reflects off it.
Glancing cautiously at the key, the woman known as Silvana feels the aura start to ease as her body relaxes, more so because she doesn't desire a fight rather than believing that he truly does not wish harm upon her. She's heard that sentiment too many times from others, only for them to turn around and betray their words after lulling her into a sense of security. In her mind, this could just be another instance of lowering her defenses before they strike.
Yet the man simply lowers the key, inserting it into the lock. Fitting snugly inside as the man softly turns it clockwise. A soft click sound then resonates throughout the air as Silvana feels the chain drop from her right ankle and onto the concrete floor harmlessly as the man pulls the key out. Standing, the man steps across to her left hand side and kneels down once more before placing the key into its lock and turning it, causing it to drop to the floor with a clatter.
A sensation of freedom begins to wash over her, she softly and weakly whispers "Thank you," to him. Receiving a subtle nod in response as he makes his way back to his feet, turning to the man in the suit.
You're welcome," he whispers back to her in a soft tone. Friendly in nature and an attempt to comfort her as he strides back toward the suit.
Nodding, the suit smiles at his charge. A genuine, warm smile unlike any Silvana has witnessed in her life. Especially not within this room, even if it is not directed at her. Though she cannot shake the feeling that lingers within her. The doubt resides within her that they are being sincere with her. That they have no true intention of hurting her. The words of the man when he and his partner entered the room stuck within her mind.
Radiating and causing her to be apprehensive when he extends his arm out, pointing with his index finger in her direction and affirmatively states "The commander wants to see you," as she remains frozen in place. The words feel like daggers within her mind. Unaware of who he is referring to when he says the Commander, for she has never heard that name before.
Was he going to help her become free? Or is he just like everybody else who stood in this room prior? Her stomach begins to tie itself into a knot as the man turns his wrist inward, moving his finger back and forth to try and coax her to follow him yet she doesn't move a muscle. Remaining perfectly still, her eyes do not leave his own.
"Silvana..." he remarks frustratedly, his eyes giving her a look of anger as he utters under his breath What is wrong with her?" before softening his look when he notices that she is beginning to walk toward him in a trance like fashion.
Her steps are methodical and the sound of her boots hitting the concrete reverberates throughout the room. Even as her legs feel like jelly under her. She cannot remember the last time outside of school that she had been able to walk even this far without being pulled back by the chains, so to her, this is liberating. A sense of what she has lost that other children around her had taken for granted, including those within this facility.
"Good," he quietly remarks, before turning to the other man, who had remained still throughout all this, commanding "Go tell the Commander that she's ready," causing the man to nod as he turns and makes his exit from the room. Leaving the two alone. An icy silence between them as Silvana once again feels her aura beginning to rise and the hairs on her arm prickling upward as her body tenses.
Uneasiness pulsating throughout her body, She now recalls where she had heard this man's voice before. It was when he had entered this room and branded her in the back with an iron, starting at that moment that he was doing it to ensure she would calm down. To her, it was just another dosage of pain. Another tear at the root of her very being. Meant to entice her conformity to their wishes. Observing his body as he stands there, she feels thoughts manifesting within her.
Faint whispers inside of her head, telling her that this is her time to extract her revenge upon him. Make him feel the way that she felt that day. Even if the psychical scar has vanished, for there is nobody around to prevent her from torturing him. Nobody is there to hear his screams.
Involuntarily raising her right hand, she reaches forward as the man steps back. His expression turned to one of anticipation. His stare darting from left to right, he backs up further as she continues to approach, the aura surrounding her emitting from her eyes.
"Silvana..." he remarks quietly, hoping to pierce through the aura. Get through to her more obedient side that they had cultivated.
The smile across her face becomes more sinister before she stares coldly into his eyes. Watching as his pupils begin to dilate and thoughts to race through his mind. What if she kills him? What if he isn't able to escape? Softly laughing, the woman takes another step forward yet she drops her hand back by her side.
"Please... Just listen to me." he panickedly sputters.
"why? All you have done is hurt me," her response is pointed and flat, as she takes a step back. The aura once more returned to its normal levels and soaking itself within her skin.
"I'm sorry," he manages to muster out, inhaling deeply before continuing This is for your own good."
Her eyes start to widen as those words leave his mouth. It is what they have always told her. That all the torment. All the misery that she has been subjected to has been for her own good. Different voices but the same message on repeat. As if it is the only way they know how to justify their actions when on the verge of staring at her. Pursing her lips, they shimmer in the light before she softly laughs.
"That's what you always say..." she softly comments.
"Do you trust us?" he inquires, another attempt to coax out obedience from the woman and escape from this situation. Or at least buy him some time until the commander informs him that he is ready to see Silvana.
"Why should I?" She fires back, disdain evident within her words. Pondering whether or not it is worth letting the man go free or using him as a vassal. A messenger of what she desires from those who put her here. Those who have caused her to become the woman she is. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you," she inquires.
Feeling his body tighten up, the man reaches into the left pocket of his pants. Rummaging around in the hopes of finding the syringe he had brought with him. He had hoped that he wouldn't need to use it and that she would be warm to the idea of meeting with the commander, but he knew he may have needed it. He had remarked before even entering the room that he did not know if this was the best idea. Silvana is known to be volatile. Hostile toward those who enter the room, even her psychologist. It's why she had been chained up in the first place.
Hearing her footsteps inch closer toward him, he whispers "It shouldn't take this long to find him, Silas," before managing to grab a hold of the syringe. Knowing that the sedative within should be enough to quell her.
Extracting it from his pocket, he is careful not to accidentally jab himself with it, much as the previous doctor who had attempted to deliver the dose to Silvana had. Silvana reaches out with her right hand as the man exhales. Now is his opportunity to prevent this from escalating. Prevent himself potentially becoming her victim. It may be the only chance he gets. Thrusting the syringe into her forearm, he pushes down on the lever as a low groan emits from Silvana's lips. The vibrating sound resonates throughout the air as the suit pulls the needle out from her flesh and she crumbles to her knees. The depraved look in her eyes subsided as her body relaxed.
"Hopefully you will understand," he states gently, looking down at her as her eyes begin to slowly close. Drifting off to sleep whilst he slips the syringe back into his pocket, smiling with satisfaction.
Slumping forward, Silvana's body does not make a sound as she lands atop the concrete. Surrounded once more by the darkness that she had made her home within for so long and which comforts her. It is all she has had to guide her. It is where she is most at peace. Both with herself and with everything revolving around her.
Her eyes slowly re-open as she feels disoriented. Unaware of her surroundings. Is she still in her room as she was when she felt the needle press against her skin or somewhere else? Had they kidnapped her? If so, what had they done to her while she was unconscious? She had no way of knowing and she knew that they wouldn't tell her if she asked. Nor does she know the amount of time she was out. Just that she remembers feeling a numb sensation before falling as everything surrounding her turned pitch black.
Curiosity begins to tingle inside of her as she surveys her surroundings, noticing that the walls are painted peach instead of the dull slate color she is used to, as well as there being framed photographs on the walls instead of the barren surroundings she is accustomed to. In front of her, is a table with a computer on the right hand side and a golden picture frame, confirming that she is not in her room.
Wearily, she focuses her eyes on the empty black leather chair in front of her, waiting for somebody. Anybody to take their seat within it and inform her of where she is and how she ended up here. Explain just why she has been summoned to this location and if it is the reason why the two men unchained her. Her eyes do not move, even as her breathing softens and the sound of her heartbeat thumping resonates throughout her ears, offering a serenade within what is otherwise deathly silence. The type where even the squeaking sound of a mouse would draw attention. Serene yet eerie at the same time. Just the way she likes it.
Turning her head, she scans the rest of the room, attempting to ascertain where exactly she is or if there is anyone watching her. Any devices that could be spying on her for either the orphanage or the mysterious commander. In her mind, this could all be a set up. A scheme to draw her out so they can kill her before she is able to hunt them down and inflict her most twisted fantasy onto them. Make her regret not going so when she was alone with the suit within her room. It wouldn't be the first time they have hatched such a plan.
It is then that the door swings open and a rugged gentleman, wearing a black suit with navy shirt and black loafers walks into the room. A brown manila folder tucked under his right armpit. Slowly shutting the door behind him, his steps are calm as he wanders around the chair Silvana is seated atop of to her right, noticing her out of the corner of his eye before turning and making his way to the empty seat. Placing the folder on the table between himself and the woman, he gazes into her eyes, attempting to draw her attention upon him.
"Hello," his voice is raspy as he comments those words.
Her eyes narrowing, Silvana stoically glares at him, attempting to manifest an image inside of her head. A way to sense whether or not he is on her side. Is this the commander she had been told about? He looks the part, but she knows that it is best to remain on guard. Keep her shield up and strike should he attempt to lay more than merely his eyes upon her body.
"W... Who are you?" she questions softly.
"My name is Rhyne," he assertively replies.
"Rhyne..." she whispers to herself. A name that she is only now hearing for the first time. Holding her stare, she watches as he prepares to continue his remark.
"I know you're curious as to why you are here," a soft smile across his face, his words are an indication he can sense her doubt. Her apprehension about his identity. "You are here because we believe you are ready,"
"What do you mean? Are you finally letting me go?" her voice optimistic yet chilling, she watches as he slightly nods.
This could be what she had been waiting for. Her chance to finally live and regain at least some of the experiences those around her had. A means for her to at least commence truly understanding the world around her. Learn about herself and the person she wished she could have been. Or even a person at all, instead of the cruel and callous weapon she had been programmed to be.
"Yes," his tone stern, he inhales, maintaining eye contact. "You will no longer be bound to us once you leave this room. "
For the first time that she can remember, a genuine smile crosses her face, yet caution flows through her body at the same time. She can sense that there is something he is withholding from her. For years, they have made her believe that they were the only ones who could help her. Lead her, yet now they wish to release her? Let her roam free and undo everything they had instilled into her? As much as she wishes she could trust his word, she simply feels nothing. Numb. The words are static.
"There is one final thing we need," his words delivered in a poised manner, they cause her to bow her head.
His hands lightly tap the folder, before he flips it open. Revealing a piece of paper with a symbol atop it. One that she did not recognize. With tentative eyes, she looks down at the symbol, as well as the writing underneath. Her mind churns as she wonders what is being presented to her. How it pertains to the orphanage finally allowing her to roam free. To her, it has to be interconnected. Rhyne lifts his glance from the paper, briefly meeting her own as he chuckles.
"This is your ticket." he remarks.
"What is it?" she asks, a dull glow beginning to manifest within her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, he responds "It's a contract." as his eyes narrow. "A company called International Intense Wrestling. They told us that they wanted you to join them."
Wrestling. Silvana knew nothing about it, but if it was the way she would be able to let everything out. The way she could make sure those around her felt what she had, then it is what she needed. It could be what fills the void residing within her. Even if it meant she would not be able to carry out her desires upon those who reside here. Turning the paper, Rhyne reaches to his right, grabbing a pen before placing it in front of her.
"Just sign there," he affirms, pointing to a line at the bottom of the writing.
Grasping the pen in her hand, she feels her hand slightly shake. She knows that this is what needs to be done, yet in a strange way, she doesn't know if it is the right move to make. If this is the liberation she truly seeks. Letting out a soft breath, she hovers the pen over the line, lowering it as she scribbles her name. Noticing the widened grin upon Rhyne's face the moment she places the pen back atop the table.
"Thank you," he remarks, motioning toward the door.
Standing, Silvana turns her body and begins to walk away. She's free. No longer bound by the chains and able to truly breathe, yet she knows that this may only be the beginning. That with one door closing, another has just been opened. One she knows nothing about.
She could occasionally make out the sound of voices but did not know if they were originating from inside of her own head or from outside. Except for one. The gruff voice of somebody who called himself her psychologist. He was an older gentleman with graying hair and always wore a charcoal gray suit with a white shirt and black loafers. Although she did not know if he was telling her the truth, it was at least somebody that she could talk to. Somebody who wouldn't back away from her and turn their back at her sight.
A person that if nothing else, she could bond with and tell her deepest, darkest secrets too. That's all she truly wanted. Somebody who could free her from this isolation. This darkness. These chains that had been binding her. She could feel them pulling her back to the floor every time she tried to stand and walk or reach for the door. Their jingle caused her face to recoil and a soft breath to escape from her lips, yet it weirdly gave her a sense of comfort. A sense of normalcy, for it had embedded itself into her mind.
No matter how much she yearned to escape. To fight free and experience playing in the woodlands or visiting other people, she had come to accept that as long as she was here. As long as she was under the eyes of the government, she would be confined within this captivity. Sealed and fed only what they wished for her to eat. Learning all that they wanted her to know. Taking away everything that makes her human, turning her into a machine to fulfill their cold, twisted desires.
That is her routine. It was the only way she could survive within this prison. She had accepted that a long time ago. The words still resonate within her mind. "This is for your own safety..." Faint yet radiate like echoes. The sole thread that she has to hold onto is that they supposedly have her best interests at heart with this treatment. She was too callous. Too cold to release upon the world and needed to warm up. Needed to be taught how to feel, even if this was the inverse of how a regular child would have been taught.
Once more, she hears the sound of footsteps outside. Faint at first but louder as they approach the door, followed by the rare sound of the door creaking open. Staring, she notices two figures, both of whom are unfamiliar to her. Two men who appear to have rough beards, the one on the left wearing a black shirt with a logo on the right breast that she cannot fully make out and has chocolate brown hair. The other man is wearing a white t-shirt with denim jeans and chocolate brown cowboy style boots. He glances in her direction, scowling as his eyes meet hers.
"You think she's ready?" He questions before turning to his partner, who responds by simply nodding his head.
"Yes. It's time that we let her free," he responds, his voice flat as he turns to look at her. Noticing the blank expression within her eyes. "It's better than leaving her here. Especially with how she has been recently."
The man simply nods as he slowly makes his way over to the woman, who is still fixated upon the suited man. His voice was familiar to her, but she could not remember when she had heard it or even who it belonged to. Feeling the other man come closer to her with each step, her aura begins to shine within her as a defense mechanism. She had taught that to herself from the last time people she did not know entered this sanctuary and what they did to her. Memories that still remain within her mind and strike at her very core. Tugging at a heart that has turned ice cold.
Sensing the aura, the man attempts to assure her by remarking gently I'm not here to hurt you. I promise," as he kneels down. Reaching into his right jeans pocket, he extracts a silver key which shimmers as the light reflects off it.
Glancing cautiously at the key, the woman known as Silvana feels the aura start to ease as her body relaxes, more so because she doesn't desire a fight rather than believing that he truly does not wish harm upon her. She's heard that sentiment too many times from others, only for them to turn around and betray their words after lulling her into a sense of security. In her mind, this could just be another instance of lowering her defenses before they strike.
Yet the man simply lowers the key, inserting it into the lock. Fitting snugly inside as the man softly turns it clockwise. A soft click sound then resonates throughout the air as Silvana feels the chain drop from her right ankle and onto the concrete floor harmlessly as the man pulls the key out. Standing, the man steps across to her left hand side and kneels down once more before placing the key into its lock and turning it, causing it to drop to the floor with a clatter.
A sensation of freedom begins to wash over her, she softly and weakly whispers "Thank you," to him. Receiving a subtle nod in response as he makes his way back to his feet, turning to the man in the suit.
You're welcome," he whispers back to her in a soft tone. Friendly in nature and an attempt to comfort her as he strides back toward the suit.
Nodding, the suit smiles at his charge. A genuine, warm smile unlike any Silvana has witnessed in her life. Especially not within this room, even if it is not directed at her. Though she cannot shake the feeling that lingers within her. The doubt resides within her that they are being sincere with her. That they have no true intention of hurting her. The words of the man when he and his partner entered the room stuck within her mind.
Radiating and causing her to be apprehensive when he extends his arm out, pointing with his index finger in her direction and affirmatively states "The commander wants to see you," as she remains frozen in place. The words feel like daggers within her mind. Unaware of who he is referring to when he says the Commander, for she has never heard that name before.
Was he going to help her become free? Or is he just like everybody else who stood in this room prior? Her stomach begins to tie itself into a knot as the man turns his wrist inward, moving his finger back and forth to try and coax her to follow him yet she doesn't move a muscle. Remaining perfectly still, her eyes do not leave his own.
"Silvana..." he remarks frustratedly, his eyes giving her a look of anger as he utters under his breath What is wrong with her?" before softening his look when he notices that she is beginning to walk toward him in a trance like fashion.
Her steps are methodical and the sound of her boots hitting the concrete reverberates throughout the room. Even as her legs feel like jelly under her. She cannot remember the last time outside of school that she had been able to walk even this far without being pulled back by the chains, so to her, this is liberating. A sense of what she has lost that other children around her had taken for granted, including those within this facility.
"Good," he quietly remarks, before turning to the other man, who had remained still throughout all this, commanding "Go tell the Commander that she's ready," causing the man to nod as he turns and makes his exit from the room. Leaving the two alone. An icy silence between them as Silvana once again feels her aura beginning to rise and the hairs on her arm prickling upward as her body tenses.
Uneasiness pulsating throughout her body, She now recalls where she had heard this man's voice before. It was when he had entered this room and branded her in the back with an iron, starting at that moment that he was doing it to ensure she would calm down. To her, it was just another dosage of pain. Another tear at the root of her very being. Meant to entice her conformity to their wishes. Observing his body as he stands there, she feels thoughts manifesting within her.
Faint whispers inside of her head, telling her that this is her time to extract her revenge upon him. Make him feel the way that she felt that day. Even if the psychical scar has vanished, for there is nobody around to prevent her from torturing him. Nobody is there to hear his screams.
Involuntarily raising her right hand, she reaches forward as the man steps back. His expression turned to one of anticipation. His stare darting from left to right, he backs up further as she continues to approach, the aura surrounding her emitting from her eyes.
"Silvana..." he remarks quietly, hoping to pierce through the aura. Get through to her more obedient side that they had cultivated.
The smile across her face becomes more sinister before she stares coldly into his eyes. Watching as his pupils begin to dilate and thoughts to race through his mind. What if she kills him? What if he isn't able to escape? Softly laughing, the woman takes another step forward yet she drops her hand back by her side.
"Please... Just listen to me." he panickedly sputters.
"why? All you have done is hurt me," her response is pointed and flat, as she takes a step back. The aura once more returned to its normal levels and soaking itself within her skin.
"I'm sorry," he manages to muster out, inhaling deeply before continuing This is for your own good."
Her eyes start to widen as those words leave his mouth. It is what they have always told her. That all the torment. All the misery that she has been subjected to has been for her own good. Different voices but the same message on repeat. As if it is the only way they know how to justify their actions when on the verge of staring at her. Pursing her lips, they shimmer in the light before she softly laughs.
"That's what you always say..." she softly comments.
"Do you trust us?" he inquires, another attempt to coax out obedience from the woman and escape from this situation. Or at least buy him some time until the commander informs him that he is ready to see Silvana.
"Why should I?" She fires back, disdain evident within her words. Pondering whether or not it is worth letting the man go free or using him as a vassal. A messenger of what she desires from those who put her here. Those who have caused her to become the woman she is. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you," she inquires.
Feeling his body tighten up, the man reaches into the left pocket of his pants. Rummaging around in the hopes of finding the syringe he had brought with him. He had hoped that he wouldn't need to use it and that she would be warm to the idea of meeting with the commander, but he knew he may have needed it. He had remarked before even entering the room that he did not know if this was the best idea. Silvana is known to be volatile. Hostile toward those who enter the room, even her psychologist. It's why she had been chained up in the first place.
Hearing her footsteps inch closer toward him, he whispers "It shouldn't take this long to find him, Silas," before managing to grab a hold of the syringe. Knowing that the sedative within should be enough to quell her.
Extracting it from his pocket, he is careful not to accidentally jab himself with it, much as the previous doctor who had attempted to deliver the dose to Silvana had. Silvana reaches out with her right hand as the man exhales. Now is his opportunity to prevent this from escalating. Prevent himself potentially becoming her victim. It may be the only chance he gets. Thrusting the syringe into her forearm, he pushes down on the lever as a low groan emits from Silvana's lips. The vibrating sound resonates throughout the air as the suit pulls the needle out from her flesh and she crumbles to her knees. The depraved look in her eyes subsided as her body relaxed.
"Hopefully you will understand," he states gently, looking down at her as her eyes begin to slowly close. Drifting off to sleep whilst he slips the syringe back into his pocket, smiling with satisfaction.
Slumping forward, Silvana's body does not make a sound as she lands atop the concrete. Surrounded once more by the darkness that she had made her home within for so long and which comforts her. It is all she has had to guide her. It is where she is most at peace. Both with herself and with everything revolving around her.
Her eyes slowly re-open as she feels disoriented. Unaware of her surroundings. Is she still in her room as she was when she felt the needle press against her skin or somewhere else? Had they kidnapped her? If so, what had they done to her while she was unconscious? She had no way of knowing and she knew that they wouldn't tell her if she asked. Nor does she know the amount of time she was out. Just that she remembers feeling a numb sensation before falling as everything surrounding her turned pitch black.
Curiosity begins to tingle inside of her as she surveys her surroundings, noticing that the walls are painted peach instead of the dull slate color she is used to, as well as there being framed photographs on the walls instead of the barren surroundings she is accustomed to. In front of her, is a table with a computer on the right hand side and a golden picture frame, confirming that she is not in her room.
Wearily, she focuses her eyes on the empty black leather chair in front of her, waiting for somebody. Anybody to take their seat within it and inform her of where she is and how she ended up here. Explain just why she has been summoned to this location and if it is the reason why the two men unchained her. Her eyes do not move, even as her breathing softens and the sound of her heartbeat thumping resonates throughout her ears, offering a serenade within what is otherwise deathly silence. The type where even the squeaking sound of a mouse would draw attention. Serene yet eerie at the same time. Just the way she likes it.
Turning her head, she scans the rest of the room, attempting to ascertain where exactly she is or if there is anyone watching her. Any devices that could be spying on her for either the orphanage or the mysterious commander. In her mind, this could all be a set up. A scheme to draw her out so they can kill her before she is able to hunt them down and inflict her most twisted fantasy onto them. Make her regret not going so when she was alone with the suit within her room. It wouldn't be the first time they have hatched such a plan.
It is then that the door swings open and a rugged gentleman, wearing a black suit with navy shirt and black loafers walks into the room. A brown manila folder tucked under his right armpit. Slowly shutting the door behind him, his steps are calm as he wanders around the chair Silvana is seated atop of to her right, noticing her out of the corner of his eye before turning and making his way to the empty seat. Placing the folder on the table between himself and the woman, he gazes into her eyes, attempting to draw her attention upon him.
"Hello," his voice is raspy as he comments those words.
Her eyes narrowing, Silvana stoically glares at him, attempting to manifest an image inside of her head. A way to sense whether or not he is on her side. Is this the commander she had been told about? He looks the part, but she knows that it is best to remain on guard. Keep her shield up and strike should he attempt to lay more than merely his eyes upon her body.
"W... Who are you?" she questions softly.
"My name is Rhyne," he assertively replies.
"Rhyne..." she whispers to herself. A name that she is only now hearing for the first time. Holding her stare, she watches as he prepares to continue his remark.
"I know you're curious as to why you are here," a soft smile across his face, his words are an indication he can sense her doubt. Her apprehension about his identity. "You are here because we believe you are ready,"
"What do you mean? Are you finally letting me go?" her voice optimistic yet chilling, she watches as he slightly nods.
This could be what she had been waiting for. Her chance to finally live and regain at least some of the experiences those around her had. A means for her to at least commence truly understanding the world around her. Learn about herself and the person she wished she could have been. Or even a person at all, instead of the cruel and callous weapon she had been programmed to be.
"Yes," his tone stern, he inhales, maintaining eye contact. "You will no longer be bound to us once you leave this room. "
For the first time that she can remember, a genuine smile crosses her face, yet caution flows through her body at the same time. She can sense that there is something he is withholding from her. For years, they have made her believe that they were the only ones who could help her. Lead her, yet now they wish to release her? Let her roam free and undo everything they had instilled into her? As much as she wishes she could trust his word, she simply feels nothing. Numb. The words are static.
"There is one final thing we need," his words delivered in a poised manner, they cause her to bow her head.
His hands lightly tap the folder, before he flips it open. Revealing a piece of paper with a symbol atop it. One that she did not recognize. With tentative eyes, she looks down at the symbol, as well as the writing underneath. Her mind churns as she wonders what is being presented to her. How it pertains to the orphanage finally allowing her to roam free. To her, it has to be interconnected. Rhyne lifts his glance from the paper, briefly meeting her own as he chuckles.
"This is your ticket." he remarks.
"What is it?" she asks, a dull glow beginning to manifest within her eyes.
Taking a deep breath, he responds "It's a contract." as his eyes narrow. "A company called International Intense Wrestling. They told us that they wanted you to join them."
Wrestling. Silvana knew nothing about it, but if it was the way she would be able to let everything out. The way she could make sure those around her felt what she had, then it is what she needed. It could be what fills the void residing within her. Even if it meant she would not be able to carry out her desires upon those who reside here. Turning the paper, Rhyne reaches to his right, grabbing a pen before placing it in front of her.
"Just sign there," he affirms, pointing to a line at the bottom of the writing.
Grasping the pen in her hand, she feels her hand slightly shake. She knows that this is what needs to be done, yet in a strange way, she doesn't know if it is the right move to make. If this is the liberation she truly seeks. Letting out a soft breath, she hovers the pen over the line, lowering it as she scribbles her name. Noticing the widened grin upon Rhyne's face the moment she places the pen back atop the table.
"Thank you," he remarks, motioning toward the door.
Standing, Silvana turns her body and begins to walk away. She's free. No longer bound by the chains and able to truly breathe, yet she knows that this may only be the beginning. That with one door closing, another has just been opened. One she knows nothing about.