IC: As I sit in my cell, bored, the speaker speaks.
"Well, my little friend," the speaker man says, "We have another experiment for you."
"Oh, God..." I mutter. This is turning into a joke.
"I have decided to be nice to you today, and have my bodyguards escort you to the chamber instead of sedating you."
The second he finishes the sentence, two muscular men in suits come in, drag me to my feet, and pull me out of the room, the door sliding closed behind me.
As we walk along the bridge, I see two glass chambers beside me. One is a young man, and the other is... Is...
My.
God.
She's... She's beautiful. The most beautiful, amazing-looking work of human perfection I've ever seen.
She has short hair, black as night, with purple highlights; pale, delicate skin that looked as if it would shatter at a single touch; a cute button nose; eyes not quite bright blue, not quite bright green, but a stunning turquoise that lights up her chamber, and my life; blood-red lips; a round face with smooth skin and a tinge of pink in the cheeks and a perfect hourglass body (nice rack, too, but that's just the hormones talking). She's dressed in a black Honey Badger t-shirt, a navy-blue hoodie from GAP and maroon chinos. I would have made a Gay And Proud hoodie joke under different circumstances, but I would probably get eternal damnation for insulting this masterpiece of God.
I catch her eye. She winks at me.
SHE WINKS AT ME.
Holy shit.
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. She winked at me! My heart starts thumping in my chest. Different questions start running through my mind. Is it my hair? Is it my glasses? Is it my eyes? Does she really like me? Doesn't she? If not, why did she wink at me?
The bodyguards yank my arm, signalling me to keep moving. Without thinking, I wink at her too. Behind the glass, she giggles. As I start walking again, I think about what a great day this has been. It's up to the experiment to ruin it now.