Laura snarled as she came to in her chains and she strained against them. Red eyes darted across the room. She could smell him and she wanted free to get at him. The chains were heavy but she could contort her body. A dislocated shoulder would not be a disadvantage.
The Facility created me to be a weapon. Killing was all I knew. I didn't know how to say "no." But if I ever did say no, they had a way to make me kill. A chemical trigger.