Olivia's eyelids fluttered as exhaustion and amphetamines battled for control of her mind. Even the pain of the slightest movement could not overcome her limbs' uncontrollable twitching as her body screamed for more drugs and for release. Her thoughts came in bursts and confused bunches separated by spells of deadened silence. Images of her friends' faces were clear and then grotesquely twisted into the faces of demons and monsters. Her heart raced and the blood rushed in her ears as muscles spasms wracked her tightly bound form. Through her crazed thoughts, however, Olivia still registered the creak and slam of her prison's door and she whimpered into her gag.

A now familiar grasp tightened in her hair and forced her blind gaze upwards. "Good morning, darling. I trust you had a restful night." His throaty voice rasped into a cruel laugh as he released his grip and Olivia let her temple fall to the floor. Without warning, the chain stretching her wrists toward the ceiling was released. Olivia moaned and her eyes rolled dangerously far back as the resumption of blood flow sent stabs of blinding pain through her limbs.

Olivia collapsed in a mixture of agony and relief as her knees were similarly released. More footsteps and voices entered the tiny room but she could hardly twitch in response as she focused on the relatively easy breaths flooding her aching chest. She trembled from cold and thirst and silently begged for another injection to sooth her strained nerves. Olivia was sickened by this new humiliation; she had never touched drugs. Growing up in the shadow of her alcoholic mother, Olivia had conscientiously avoided all addictions. But now, her treacherous body craved the drugs forced upon her with such intensity that she could hardly think of anything else.

Hands unlocked her collar from the floor and hauled her across to the cot where she was deposited unceremoniously. The movement antagonized her aching joints and she bit the gag still choking her against the pathetic moan that threatened to escape. More hands touched her and, struggling to focus her scattered thoughts, she strained to wriggle away from the touch. Rough laughter burst above her and, praying that she could trust her senses, Olivia lunged, knees first. She connected with solid flesh, though her glancing blow did nothing to disable her captor. Gasping for breath after her exertion, Olivia crumpled back onto the cot as more laughter flooded the tiny room.

"You've got yourself a fiery one, Boss," chuckled an unfamiliar voice.

"Yes, well, she'll learn soon enough," rumbled her owner's deep voice. A hand pressed against the iron circling Olivia's neck, pressing her mercilessly down onto the cot's unforgiving springs. "We've got some work to do now, bitch," he growled. "But you'll regret that pathetic attempt once we're finished." The pressure was abruptly released and Olivia once again struggled for air.

Multiple sets of hands deftly moved over her body and Olivia writhed weakly as more chains wound round her limbs, tightly lashing her to the bed. Soon, she could merely breathe and choke off her own desperate whimpers as her mind filled with the possibilities looming in her immediate future.

The coldness of alcohol swabs chilled and stung the mutilated flesh between her legs and over the skin of her breasts, abdomen and her feet. Her stomach lurched in revulsion at the intimate touch but she controlled her nausea and tried to stay as calm as she could. She refused to let any opportunity pass her by, to miss any tiny mistake her captors made that might allow her to escape.

Her left breast was grasped tightly, fists squeezing tightly around its base, and she felt cold steel press sharply on either side of her nipple. Olivia choked on her breath as she gained an inkling of what was about to happen. The chilly rasp of steel on steel whispered in the uncomfortably quiet room and the blades snapped together before the agonizing sensation reached the brunette's reeling mind. Thoughts of escape, longing and fury were swept from Olivia's mind by the excruciating pain that seemed to stem from every part of her body.

She shuddered for a long moment in her chains before blessed blackness crept over her consciousness and she fainted. Too soon, however, Olivia was dragged back to reality by a pungent scent and a sharp slap across her cheek. She lay limply, the pain too much for her mind and body to bear, and wished desperately to float back into nothingness. She flinched as she felt a prick in her elbow. Her eyes rolled as the meth was pushed burningly into her bloodstream and her chest shook with sobs as she knew that her wishes would go unanswered. With amphetamines flooding her system, Olivia knew that she would not be able to black out, no matter what new agonies her captors inflicted.

A searing heat singed the air near her mutilated breast before sizzling and the scent of burning meat filled Olivia's senses. She ground her teeth against her gag and screamed raggedly as her wound was cauterized. Her eyes rolled violently and her already exhausted muscles strained uselessly against the chains but the blackness did not come and Olivia remained painfully conscious.

The procedure was repeated on her right breast. No matter how desperately she prayed and wished and pleaded, her mind refused to allow her escape into unconsciousness. Once the agony had faded into intense throbbing waves of pain, Olivia's muscles slackened weakly. Unbearable shame flooded her entire body. She was no longer a police officer, a strong professional woman; she was a victim, weak, unable to resist, unable even to move.

Soon she felt the nauseatingly familiar sensation of steel blades against her flesh. This time, the metal pressed between her legs, surrounding her clitoris. Her body tensed in anticipation and horror a split second before the blades snapped shut. The pain was indescribable, hardly even qualifying as agony. Rather, her senses simply shut down as she convulsed and sobbed incoherently. Only the renewal of the horrifying scent of burned flesh in her nostrils let her register that they had burned her again. The pain was already too much for her overloaded nerves.

A tube snaked between her cracked lips and the choking gag and cool water trickled into the back of her throat. She spluttered feebly before forcing herself to swallow. Her parched, raw throat swallowed the soothing liquid and she was disgustingly grateful for this small relief. Too soon, the tube was pulled away and Olivia, too weak to struggle any more, resigned herself to whatever new torture she was to suffer.

Strong hands pressed against her abdomen, stretching the skin above her iron binding taught and flat. Familiar heat radiating from fired iron hovered above her flesh for a brief moment before it was pressed down with horrifying intent and precision. Olivia's breath came in short, pathetic gasps, though she felt she hardly had the strength to inhale her next mouthful of air. She hardly even responded to the brand scorching her flesh, too exhausted and plagued by suffering to register another sensation. Instead, she wordlessly begged for death, pleading and imploring God to kill her with confused and bleary prayers.

She received no answer to her cries for peace except for the seemingly deafening bang of metal on metal. The fresh wave of pain only dimly reached her mind, almost caressing her deadened senses, as the crunch of bone and flesh echoed faintly. With a strange sensation of utter detachment, Olivia understood that her foot had just been brutally maimed but she could not bring herself to care. Unfocusedly, Olivia recognized that her other foot had been subjected to the same mutilation.

Too fatigued to form a coherent thought, Olivia's mind drifted aimlessly, awash in a mix of anguish, shame, and overwhelming exhaustion. She inhaled only the barest amount of air to stay alive, unable to gather the strength or will to struggle as snot and saliva threatened to completely cut off her already precariously free airway. Thick fingers wrestled with the lock binding the gag in her mouth and finally drew it away, allowing Olivia to breathe more freely, though she made no further movement or sound. She did not even hear the retreating footsteps or the slam of the door as her torturers left her alone with her agony.

Minutes or days passed as Olivia drifted in and out of semi-consciousness. The time was broken only by visits from her captors, bringing supplies to prevent infection and periodically injecting her unresisting body with amphetamines. Water was a blessed relief, cooling her burning throat, but the rest of her body continued to scream in agony.

Her thoughts drifted uncontrollably, filled with hellish images of demons and terrifying monsters ripping the flesh from her bones. Her world was one of haunted blackness and waves of varied pain, uninterrupted by sleep or by real consciousness. She could hardly remember anything but this existence, could barely even recite her own name or imagine the faces of anyone but her captor. Sometimes she cried silently, tears wetting her blindfold and spilling down her cheeks. More often she simply let her mind go blank and resigned herself to her future.

When her blindfold was finally removed, Olivia hardly had the strength to blink against the sudden light. Probing hands explored her body, examining her wounds. Deep voices filled the room and, though she looked weakly up at the men standing over her, Olivia could not understand the words. They agreed upon something and the chains binding her in place were loosened and removed.

"Get up," a booming voice commanded. "Get up, bitch!" Her collar was yanked and her feet only briefly touched the floor before she collapsed, her muscles too feeble to stand. The man snarled and seized her by a handful of her short hair.

As she was dragged from the room, Olivia moaned and her voice cracked piteously but her uncoordinated efforts to resist did no good. With little ceremony, she was hauled into a bathroom and dropped into a porcelain bathtub. The man turned on the tap and the tub began to fill with icy water. Olivia whimpered and writhed weakly away from this new torture. But heavy hands held her cruelly in place as she was scrubbed ruthlessly clean. By the time she had been dragged out of the water, Olivia felt as if her remaining skin had been scraped from her body.

They dragged her back to her prison, though she shivered violently in the cold air, and threw her to the floor. A bowl of something was dropped to the floor near her before the door once again slammed shut, leaving her alone and trembling in the dark.

Olivia had eaten, had shuffled awkwardly across the cement on her knees until she could slurp from the bowl on the floor. She ate as quickly as she could, without taste or pleasure, her only aim to fill her aching stomach before the men decided to take it away. Finished, she slumped bonelessly against her cell's wall and surveyed her condition for the first time in days.

When she looked down at her own body in the dim, cold light, Olivia struggled to fight the urge to vomit. This could not be her body. Bloody wounds covered her flesh, the horrible remains of her once beautiful breasts making her turn her eyes away in disgust. And she now saw that the burn on her stomach, now shiny and raised, was some sort of brand in the shape of two intertwined letters. But most grotesque were her feet.

The pain she only vaguely remembered came rushing back in an intense flood of overwhelming sensation. She heard the nauseating crunch of bone and metal on metal echo in her ears as she stared at her mutilated feet. Thick metal bars pierced through each foot's arch, held in place by enormous metal spheres. She was effectively hobbled. There was no possibility that she would be able to walk with the terrible instruments in place.

Eyes turned to the ceiling to avoid any further glimpse at her disfigured body, Olivia let shame wash over her. In a matter of days her captors had taken everything from her, her freedom, her womanliness, her athleticism. They had taken everything and left her trapped in a horrific and useless shell of a body. With trembling motions, Olivia let herself slide further down until she lay curled on the cold floor. Tears fell slowly across her cheek to puddle on the cement and she drew her knees toward her chest. She closed her eyes and let her sorrow and shame carry her away in the darkness.