...be made mentally into a dog, but given homosexual urges from now on. His parents, having grown to hate their own child, thought it would be a fitting, ironic punishment. Braxton managed to keep his smile off his face.
"You ain't gonna have it anymore when I'm done with this shithole." Kris muttered. Braxton smirked. He took a remote out of his pocket and pressed a button. In walked two muscular male employees, both in jumpsuits. They approached Kris and both took an arm, yanking him right out of his chair.
"Now before we go doing anything rash," Braxton said with a smirk, "You will be taken to watch the induction video we have prepared for all new students." Kris said nothing, though he did manage two middle fingers. Braxton nodded to the two workers, who dragged Kris' struggling ass out of the room.
Kris refused to walk, so his shoes squeaked as he was literally dragged across the tile floor. The two men dragged him to a green metal door with no handle. One of them used a key-card to get him inside, where they dragged him down a hallway of blue metal doors, until they came to one at the end.
'Fuck them and fuck all this shit.' Kris kept repeating over and over in his head. 'I don't...' A noise interrupted his thoughts. Kris looked over his shoulder. 'Was...that barking? Sounded like a kid imitating a dog...'
"What the fuck was that noise?" Kris asked one of his jailers. Neither of them said a word. "You know, the strong silent shit may work on the rubes, but it woAaaaaah!"
The door had swung open and one of the guards literally tossed Kris in, mid-sentence. Before he could react, the door was shut. Kris punched it anyway, successfully injuring his hand.
The room was as bare bones as you could get. It had one TV screen on the wall. One overhead light. No chair, no comfort, just an X on the floor marking where to stand.
Muttering as many profanities as he could under his breath, Kris stood on the X. The screen lit up with a blinding white light. Kris had to shield his eyes.
"The fuck are they doing, trying to blind me!?" Kris asked. The light began blinking. "Why are they...what are...what.." The light flashed from white to black, to white again. Soon though the light began to...swirl for lack of a better word. The swirling continued when the light flashed black. And Kris couldn't help but watch it. His eyes went with the movements, feeling like he was sinking into quicksand. Kris's legs began to wobble.
Then he fell flat on his butt. Still staring at the screen, Kris was entranced. He barely registered when the voice began to speak.
"Hello Kris." Dr. Braxton's voice rang out all around the boy. "You've been a very bad boy. And your parents are sick of you being a bad boy. But soon, you'll be a good boy. I promise."