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"Did you know, Carmen, that the stage before frostbite is actually called frostnip?"

The silly man had been trying this for a week now. She couldn't help but wonder if anyone else had made it this long through this. He seemed to be trying to keep a nonchalant countenance but Carmen could see the slight difference in his expression. Keeping his eyebrows from furrowing had become a labor. It was any day his face would scrunch up and he'd explode. He had become a time-bomb at this point. However, so had Carmen. At this point, it was weighted on who would cave first. 

Everything counted on not caving. Caving in meant an eternity of this torture. The familiar harsh noise of the mental cuffs locking in around her arms still made her body stiffen. At least the man had hinted her to what today's activity was. Usually he liked to give her the joy of surprise. 

"Do you do this all day?" Carmen's dry inquisition reached the man, surprise perturbing his collected demeanor. She had rarely spoken up during her time with him. It was so difficult not to smirk as she decided to further shock him a bit, "Dr. Galliard." He narrowed his eyes in reaction to this, probably to hide what Carmen thought might be fear. She had caught on to the man putting his best efforts towards not letting her know how scared he was of her. Couldn't say she could quite blame him. Messing around with extremely dangerous mutants all day was no tea party. Torturing them made it even worse, creating a vendetta and possible need for vengeance. 

The way they ran things was rather simplistic. Mutants were brought in with most of their abilities being on record already. Those who had managed to keep a clean record would be taken into a room and given the chance to show their abilities. If you refused, they'd put you through various torture methods in order to force you to use your abilities to free yourself from the grueling pain or to give in and agree to tell them. Not only that, but you'd be isolated from other mutants and left devoid of socialization. They'd even pretend to forget to feed you at times. 

Carmen was quite pleased with herself for making it this far but she wasn't sure just how long she could manage to endure this. Showing them their abilities meant she'd be stuck in this shit hole. The only option was escape. 

"I don't know what game you think you're playing here, but I can guarantee you will lose, missy." The doctor gruffly said to her, running his hand through his small amount of hair. His hairline was obviously receding. His face was unshaved and he seemed to have lost a decent amount of week which one could during the time of a week. Clearly Carmen wasn't the only stubborn mutant. He moved swiftly over to a system of buttons and levers under a large computer screen. He pulled down a lever and the room quickly started to fog up. She caught a glimpse of his face as he opened the door and left her laying on the cool metal of the table she was strapped down to. He was grinning with the type of malicious joy comparable to that of a serial killer getting away with murder.