Lydia screams.
It's not a banshee scream. It's a scream for help.
She can feel it inside of her. The fire is burning, burning, burning. And it doesn't stop.
The shadows creep in more and more, surrounding her. They use syringes to inject her with different types of liquids. But Lydia doesn't feel it. The fire is too big. It will devour her, drive her to insanity.
She closes her eyes, wishing it to be a dream. It never is.
She tries to break free but she always gets punished for it. They add more fire to the already burned girl. She begs for them to stop, she cries for help. But she never asks why. Because she knows. They want her to scream. A scream that will create a chaos so loud it will cause destruction and burn those around her.
She refuses. They know she will break someday.
When she wakes up later, she finds out she had broken through her binds and torn at her skin to stop the growing fire. They have to get new binds.
She finds out they're called the dread doctors. They speak to each other as they operate on another poor soul. At least they get to leave (even though they always end up dead).
She wonders if the pack found out she was gone. Are they looking for her? Will it be too late by the time they do find her?
These questions swirl in her mind every second of every day but she doesn't ask them out loud. Because they never answer.
They keep torturing her.
"Please, stop."
They don't.
"Somebody help me!"
Nobody hears.