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Denmark didn’t remember how he got there, but it didn't matter. All that mattered to him was escaping.
The room he was trapped in, was dark and damp, uncomfortably so. The ceiling may have been leaking, but at this point, he didn’t care.
He didn’t know how long he was in there for, maybe a few days or weeks, he didn’t know, he didn't even know when he last slept or ate.
He didn’t think help would come, so it was up to him to get out of here… hopefully in one piece.
“God damnit!” Denmark yelled, punching the wall, "What the hell are these walls made of!"
Drip, drip, drip.
Denmark bared his teeth as he continuously punched the wall, trying to break through.
He shivered, “fuck they could have at least given me some goddamn clothes!” he tched, “It would have certainly make it more… bearable.”
He couldn’t really see anything, maybe a few darker shadows making it so he would trip on his own feet.
“When I find whoever did this, I'm going to rip them limb from limb, then gut them, and feed them to their family!” Denmark fumed.
Denmark began to pace or pace as well as he could in the dark.
“What to do, what would I do if it was the Viking era?” he said only to himself “... I would claw my way out of the room and then tie them up and light them on fire!”
He rubbed his arm feeling a tattoo of sorts that was put on to him during whatever kidnapping process these creeps did.
The only article of clothing he was wearing was some sort of shock collar, which Denmark hated, it made him feel like a damn pet, but every time he tried to take it off, it shocked him with who knows how much energy that left him with burn marks after, or what he thought were burn marks.
Denmark turned as a small door opened with a blaring white light.
“Gah!” Denmark yelped, blinded by the light.
“Please come with me, subject 1-1” A doctor, Denmark, assumed said.
“The fuck you call me!”
“Subject 1-1 seems hostile and administered a controlled shock,” the scientist said into a wire they must've been hiding.
“A controlled-” Denmark screamed, as the collar around his neck went off, he could feel his body charred, and his skin peeling off.
Denmark fell to the ground, screaming in pain as the scientist seemed to roll in a cart of sorts and strapped him down.
“The… Fuck are you doing” Denmark rasps out, but the scientist didn’t answer.
The scientist rolled him into an operating room.
Denmark couldn’t see anything, his eyes too adjusted to the dark.
“What the hell are you doing!” Denmark thrashed.
Again the scientist didn’t listen, instead pulling out a scalable aiming for his eye.
“HEY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING-” Denmark screamed as the scientist plunged the scalpel into his left eye.
Denmark started to shake even more than he had before as the surgeon took out his eye.
It didn't come out easily, he could feel the surgeon tugging at his eye, until it finally came out.
He was now breathing heavily, as he saw his eye. his eye! In front of him.
The surgeon came back going for his other eye.
“Please…” Denmark whimpered slightly
The surgeon didn’t listen, only digging the scalpel into his eye other remaining eye. Denmark screamed again feeling blood from his eye dripping down his face.
He heard the surgeon grabbing something else and then felt a sharp pain in his ears.
Denmark started to thrash, trying to get the surgeon away from his ears.
But sadly to no avail, both his ears were gone, but he could still hear.
He then felt the surgeon put something in his ears, he wailed as the surgeon rammed the knife into his ears.
“Please stop!” Denmark wailed. He tried to move, but the next part was worse, he felt whatever it was, fuse with his body.
It burned white hot, and was by far one of the most painful things Denmark has ever experienced.
Denmark continued to thrash. “Please make it stop!” he begged, sobbing blood.
He was too focused on the pain in his ear before realising that the surgeon had moved down to his leg region.
He felt a stabbing sensation in his legs, but his body was so pumped with adrenaline that he was slightly numb.
He could feel the hacking of his legs, and the sound knife chopping through his flesh.
He cried out, losing feeling in his legs, realising the lower part of his body was gone.
“I'm surprised you haven’t passed out from blood loss yet.” the surgeon mumbled.
Denmark only cried, feeling light headed and shaking from said bloodloss.
He didn’t know what happened next, only that his hands were gone.
He felt very uncomfortable, with all the blood surrounding him like he was in a wet sticky pool that smelled like iron.
Denmark passed out for a bit but woke up as they were taking out his jaw, he tried to scream, but he couldn’t. he cried, trying to reach for his jaw now realising that he wasn’t strapped down anymore, the problem was that he didn’t have hands anymore and even if he did, he’d be too shaky to do anything.
His jaw came off, leaving only skin and tongue. It felt wrong, he couldn’t move his mouth, he could only move his tongue, which didn't work too well as he could only taste the blood from where his jaw got ripped out.
The next moment, he felt the surgeon place something on his eyes, he felt the same binding as whatever the surgeon did to his ears, and a few seconds later, he could see again, and he wished he didn’t.
There was blood everywhere. His legs were gone, and the only thing left of them were bloody lumps at the bottom of his body. His hands or lack thereof, looked like they had been chopped off by a first-time executioner, while it was still pulsing blood that spewed out of his body.
“I'm going to be sick...” he moaned.
Oh, but that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was when they started carving into his neck, and he lost consensus for the final time.
When he woke up he was in a cage full of water, although he didn’t realise that immediately.
“God where am I...” he said aloud, his brain adjusting to his new eyes.
He blinked a few times rubbing them, which is when he saw his first change.
His hands had turned into claws with grey-blue skin, or scale as he later realised
.
“What the fuck!” he shrieked, which is when he noticed the second major change, which was his legs or tail as it now was.
He shrieked again, feeling his tail with his clawed hand.
He felt his tail and realised that it had nerves connected to his own body,and it wasn’t just sewn on, but actually grew out of his body.
It felt like sandpaper, just like the rest of his body now did.
He started to shake, floating to the ground. It was all too much.
He tried to cry but realised for the first time that he was in a water cage like a giant goldfish bowl. He felt like an animal.
“What the fuck” Denmark whispered to himself, as he felt his tears head into the water and not roll down his cheek
He decided to see if he could find the edge and began to swim. It felt weird moving with a tail and breathing through gills. It was like breathing through his mouth while being even more subtle.
He also noticed that he had rows of sharp teeth like a shark. The teeth were also extremely sharp.
“Guess I won't be eating any veggies for a while,” Denmark thought to himself
His tail moved effortlessly through the water, almost like he was flying, although that didn’t help the fact that he had turned into a fish.
He kept swimming, and swimming, and swimming, until he finally reached the end, where it was just a dead wall.
“God damnit!” he shouted in rage, and punched the wall just like he had been doing in his previous cell. While it did give him time to think, he did not like the thoughts it brought up.
“What if I’m stuck here forever? What if no help comes, and if it does come, what if they don’t recognize me and kill me? They wouldn’t do that right?” his thoughts became a worry of wind piled up inside of him, making him want to yell and sob, but just like his father said, screaming and crying will get you nowhere.
So he had to come up with a plan. Maybe he could see if he could get out at the top?
Denmark gulped at that. It was so far up. “What if someone was waiting up there, like that damn surgeon?” he thought.
“Well, it’s worth a shot,” With that, he set off toward the surface.
He swam upwards incredibly fast, which was probably helped by his newly required tail and dorsal fin, which now that he thought about it, was weird that he knew how to use it immediately, but that didn’t matter, what mattered was, was reaching the surface.
He swam up for what seemed like hours, and maybe it was.
He could tell that the lights up above were off, yet he could see perfectly fine, like all that time in that dark, damp room was preparing him for that, or maybe it had to do something with his new eyes. It very well could have been both.
The closer he got to the top, the harder it was for him to contain his nerves.
“What if this doesn’t work,” he thought, scratching himself, which drew a little bit of blood.
Denmark noticed this and got a bit hungry, but he had to reach the top. He had to break the surface, and after a very long time, he did.
The second he broke into the cold air, he couldn’t breathe or was breathing too much, he couldn’t tell. He had to put his gills back into the water, which made it harder to observe his surroundings.
He was in a dark room although it didn’t appear that way to him, it was very big, like more people were going to fill up the room at any moment, and that was a thought that made Denmark's stomach turn.
“Oh my god, what if I wasn’t the only one to get kidnapped, what if they’re more?” he said aloud, mostly to himself.
“Oh look who it is, the mershark.” a gruff voice said from his left.
“Hey, who’s there!”
“Just the fucking lunch delivery girl,” the voice said, sounding annoyed “I wouldn’t be here giving freaks like you food if this job didn’t pay so well.”
Denmark turned to his left to see a tall overweight woman, probably in her mid 30s walk over to the aquarium Denmark was in, then through in a brown package.
“Hope you like your food wet!” the woman laughed, “because that’s all you're gonna get!”
Denmark may have thought it was disgusting another time another place, but an instinct he didn’t know he had kicked in. He swiftly and quickly opened the package and devoured everything inside.
Blood spilled everywhere, as Denmark ripped the skin and muscle off the bone of the leg, with his sharp claws. He stuffed his face with it, finding it was the most delicious thing he had ever eaten. He next grabbed the hands using his teeth to fillet it, removing all the bones. He then went for the eyes and froze.
“I wondered how long it would take you to figure it out.” The woman laughed again.
Denmark then realised that he was eating the legs and feet of something that was human. It took him another second to realise that it was his own hands and legs he had eaten.
He felt sick because not only did he go without hesitation to eat something that looked so human, but he also ate himself, the parts of him that were chopped off from that cruel surgery he had undergone just moments ago in his memory.
The woman continued to laugh as Denmark dove back into the depth of the water from where he came from.
The woman continued to laugh as Denmark dove back into the depth of the water from where he came from.