Click click. Click. Click click click.
"The subject is noted to willingly imitate pain receptors."
Her name isn't subject, it's Lilith and she's a human being, not some lab rat. Yet that isn't entirely true, and that's exactly what she's become.
Lilith still remembers, can feel the ghost of cool metal against her, biting into her skin. She is used to waking frequently, roused from dreams filled with too many sounds and the smell of disinfectant burning at her nose.
The pulse of concentrated electricity in her throat is far from new, but it is undoubtedly agonizing.
She wakes with a particularly violent twitch and a jolt, moss green orbs snapping open, for a brief moment they are wide and unseeing. She reminds herself that she's still alive, still breathing, and the only metal near her is the inhibitor around her neck. The walls are white, the bed is white, the tiles are white, white white white. Her eyes strain against the blankness of it all, and while she desperately desires the presence of another color—something other than this god awful white—there is nothing here.
Nothing but wh ite and gre e n.
Click click. Click. Click click click. Click click click... click.
Her mind is screaming in place of her body, her throat having gone raw some time ago. With unfocused eyes Lilith tries to recall what had forced her under into the realm of sleep, couldn't remember if she'd been given some kind of drug or if it had to do with the echoes of agony in her arm-
She shouldn't have looked.
There was nothing there.
Her vision keeps shifting, swirling.
Nothing...? That wasn't right.
She shouldn't have looked.
Nothing but torn flesh and white and green.
The echoes shifted into roars.
Should have let her gaze wander to the ceiling instead of that awful monotone voice and that stupid clicking-
Breathe. She had to breathe. She needed to breathe. Why couldn't she breathe?
In and out.
In and out and out and in-
Nothing. Missing. Missing-
White. In.
Green. Out.
White and green.
Her arm—her fucking arm—was gone.
White...and so so much Green...
Despite the emptiness of her stomach Lilith retches.
...
...
...
Clickclick click click click clickclickclick. Click click. Click. Click click click. Click click click clickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick-
"Sub note, the subject is capable of expelling an ectoplasmic liquid in response to extreme physical duress. Its appearance is similar to that of the bile humans produce, the contents of this-"
She can see it now, set between a pair of forceps and a bone-saw. A strangled mix of a whimper and a sob leaves Lilith's throat as the remnants of her shoulder twitch and ache, a painstaking pathetic attempt to reach for the limb because that's hers and this… this monster took it.
Give it.
Give it back. That's not y o urs.
Give it back dammit-!
Her turmoil doesn't warrant even the slightest hint of concern from her white—why is there so much of it?!—observer.
"-ecto based bile as well as its means of travel through an entity without a true digestive track have yet to be determined, but the proper procedures will be executed in due time."
Lilith despises white.
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