Star Part 3

I was awoken by a sharp jolt, the force flinging me across the interior of the van. The gag cuts into my mouth, the ropes that bound me rubbed, creating a rash, blooming and twirling around my wrists. I inhale deeply, letting the cold air sooth my lungs. The darkness envelopes me, compressing my soul and suffocating my spirit. All my hope is lost, leaving me; a quivering heap, glassy eyed, face stained with tears. I'm ripped abruptly from this hazy reality as a shard of light cuts through the dark. Hands grabbed at me, lifting, tearing rope, removing my gag. They throw me on the floor and I stumble, falling. Laughter echoes around me as I rip off the blindfold, the dramatic increase in light causing me to squint. Anger threatens to spark but I suppress it. There is no point in using my powers, nothing will stop my fate. My mother has decided, and I must listen and obey. Now, I am a slave to science, to be forced to participate in tests and experiments.
I let the men lead me towards the white buildings in the distance, dragging my feet and biting my lip. Heavy metal gates slide open as we approach, letting us enter into a courtyard surrounded by large buildings. The walls shine in the sunlight, pristine and innocent. Nothing like the rooms inside. A man in a lab coat walks up to the men, thanks them and leads me away. His teeth are white, too white. Strands of longish blonde hair flutter in the breeze and his eyes dart around suspiciously. Although he walks beside me, he seems in another world, disregarding me and the other members of staff, muttering to himself. Great, I think, gritting my teeth, just my luck. I get the mad scientist.
I trudge along the dull corridors, heart, mind and soul elsewhere. Only my body remains here, a lifeless shell doomed to an eternity of solitude.
He taps a code into a panel on the wall and pushes me into the room. It's small but intricate, a table covered in papers and instruments. Neon lights illuminate the room, casting shadows on the walls. A glass cage stands in the corner. Inside sits a wooden stool, and I walk over to it. The man tuts at me, saying;
"Silly girl... You can't just go inside!" His voice is deep, husky and Scottish. I scowl at him, then sit on the bench, bracing myself for what is to come. A scream sounds from the next room. I flinch, anger overwhelming me. Glowing intensely, I gesture at the man and watch him burn, blue flames engulfing his being.