>>1909437>Watson's Test's Pt. 1 - https://pastebin.com/qyizgSi2>Watson's Test's Pt. 2 - https://pastebin.com/tprp2U5n>Watson's Test's Pt. 3You couldn’t feel anything anymore. Your nerves were so deadened from her experiments that you couldn't even feel the pain. All you could do is watch Amelia perform those same experiments. Over. And over. And over again. Injection after injection. Half the time your vision was so hazy that you couldn’t even make out the colors of the vials anymore. But when you could, you saw some colors you had never seen before. Green. Orange. Transparent. You could only guess that she was making new concoctions with each experiment. Despite this, you noted a major change in her behavior.
She beat you less often now, usually only during her fits of rage when something didn’t go her way. But it was always followed by a reversion of time and fit of apologies, telling you how she was sorry and how soon everything would be ok. Ok? How could anything be ok? After what she’s done… you didn’t know how much more your body could take. It was walking on a thin sheet of ice. Too much pain at once could easily crack it and send you tumbling into the chilly waters. And if Watson was too slow with her watch, there wouldn’t be a life-vest to pull you back to safety. Death. It was something you could only hope for at this point.
“I’m sorry it's taken this long…” you heard Watson apologetically say from behind you. From the corner of your vision you could see her body walk around your chair. Your head was tilted towards the ground as you had no energy to follow her movement. You barely had enough to even stay conscious at this point.
“I’ve finally found it. We can go back to how it was… Before you got those nasty thoughts…” whispered Amelia as she raised her hand and rubbed the back of it against your cheek. She gave you a smile, not the sociopathic one that she gave when she mercilessly attacked you, but one full of genuine happiness and hope. Despite being your torturer, the tender motions she performed gave you the phantom sense of comfort. Maybe… maybe this was the best for you? Maybe you were somehow wrong? Maybe you deserved this?