Katies perspective

The man lowered the helmet and everything went black again. Her nose was held close, and Katie opened her mouth to breath. _Stupid! _She had forgotten the gag.

Wait, she wasn't really stupid right? She couldn't be. 3,1415....92... 92... no way...92... 92... 6543. Yeah, that was right. Or could she do more? How many numbers were there? Thinking was hard. Was it always this hard?

'Warning. Reducing IQ below 60 will result in permanent brain damage. Do you still want to proceed?'

That voice again. Where was it coming from? What did proceed even mean? No, wait. Brain damage, that was bad. She didn't want brain damage.

'Activating further IQ reduction. Start reducing IQ to 20 in 5... 4...'

Katie tried to scream again. 20 was really low. And thinking already hurt her head so much.

'3...2...1. IQ reduction has started.'

The buzzing began again.

'70/80, subject responds well to reprogramming.'

No, this can't be happening. Katie tried to fight. But against what? She couln't remember who did this? Couln't understand how or what was happening anymore.

'60/80.'

Katie just wanted her daddy.

'50/80.'

'Out, Out, out.' she whimpered.

'40/80, IQ redution complete.'

Katie was happy when the lights came back. A man was looking at her. He made funny noises, so Katie giggled.

'Daddy, Daddy.' She reached for her daddies white hair. She wanted to touch him.