Oooohihihoo look it’s a toothy bud bud

She was always sighing. Not always orally, but she was always sighing. Her under eyes were darkening rapidly, her posture worsening with every passing second. Sorrow oozed from her pores, pain ran through her veins. And they sat and watched with smiling faces. They had no concern for her life. All they cared was that she lived long enough to serve her purpose. She was a mere test subject. No more, no less.