Testing Toys

"You can leave him there! The you can go." The guards place the child on the table, He wasn't trying to kill me or anything, Maybe i jumped to conclusions to quickly. "Alright, Lets do this." I walk over to the table he was sitting on. "Connor Manson correct. I don't want to be like my father and strap you to the table, but if I need to, I will." He seems to understand a bit of what I say so I move on. "Now I don't know the process of the tests father gives to these children so, i'll run my own tests until then. We'll start with a blood sample to see what gives you those fabulous fangs." I grab a scalpel to get the blood. As I run my fingers across his skin, he looks up at me. "I can feel you looking at me, don't worry I won't cut anything off. " He's still looking at me. His skin is rough, it's hairless, but rough. I cut his pointer finger, forcing him to flinch. "So you feel pain, but not as bad as other children. Most of them would have yelled or pulled away, it's that or your idiotically obedient." I take his blood and I put it under a microscope. I wouldn't know the difference between our blood if I didn't have a sample of my blood to compare. I could cut myself but that wouldn't be as fun... As him cutting me. I walk over to him with the scalpel. "I think you should do this, I want to know how well you are at hurting things." This wasn't just to get my blood, but also too see how he handles this kind of situation. I'm giving him an opportunity to hurt me, or even kill me if he stabs hard enough. I hand him the scalpel, and held out my finger. He looks down at the knife and then looks back at me. "You have to cut my finger, Just as I did yours." He grabs my hand and cuts my finger. Then...