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*static*
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Her body hurts. It hurts in a way that is unfortunately not unfamiliar. It hurts in a way she isn't sure she wants to survive.
She thinks she should open her eyes, assess the situation, get out of it while she still can ; but the pain is almost comfortable in a twisted perverse way, a just payment for the things she knows she did.
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She keeps on losing track of time. Sometimes, there is someone in there with her, a stale breath mingling with the musty air ; sometimes she's alone. When it's just her, in what she thinks might be a cave, her body hurts less, but her mind screams more.
She gets glimpses. Hazy memories, distorted enough that they look like dreams, save for the fact that they don't fade away the longer she's awake.
There's fire. Bones snapping in her hands again and again and again.
There's Lena too. Kara's hands around her throat. Her body, so human and so breakable.
She remembers falling. Falling from a great height. Maybe she's not even alive anymore, maybe this is the antechamber of death ; if it is, it really fucking sucks.
But she's died before. Several times. And it never hurt that much.
This, is not death, but torture, a torture she deserves for taking Lena down with her.
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Lena.
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Something heavy is coursing through her veins. It's been a while since she's been so acutely aware of her body, but her heightened awareness alerts her that it's chemical. Drugs no doubt, maybe some sort of numbing agent. Not that she can do anything about it.
The heaviness is more present when she's alone but she's almost sure it's not a painkiller. It doesn't prevent her from feeling her shattered kneecap, her broken arm, fractured in at least two places, or the long open wound that runs all around her right shoulder where her prosthetic is attached ; it just keeps her in place, nice and docile.
She does open her eyes once or twice, more maybe, probably, she isn't sure, to a dark high ceiling tinged with green light. She never looks at it for too long, it hurts her eyes. And she never opens them when he's in here with her. She doesn't need to witness his air of satisfaction each time he finds a new place to cut open.
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Sometimes she screams, never for long. She always stops when she realises she's the one making the sound. He said he would hurt Lena if she kept on being so bothersome, but she can't help it, shouts tearing themselves out of her throat when he runs a scalpel down her arm to peer at the metal underneath, when he flips her brutally on her stomach to take a peek at the motherboard at the back of her head. She fears at first that he's simply going to disconnect her but so far he doesn't seem to have managed to bypass Lena's code. He also seems to want to keep her alive, but she's not sure it's a good thing.
She screams, short and sharp sounds of pain and fear and sorrow, until he dislocates her jaw with one precise punch. Is he wearing knuckle dusters ? Maybe she's just getting weaker.
After that, she mostly grunts.
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He gets frustrated often and she takes pride in knowing her body is not cooperating. That pride promptly leaves her after he breaks her nose and it gets hard to breathe. She wishes he would just ask ; she would tell him everything. She's not sure she could bargain her life in exchange, but she might be able to spare Lena.
Lena.
Thinking about her is her last tether to sanity.
She's alive, and she's not far. Every time he leaves, he comes back smelling of her and methohexital.
She would like to find her. Tried getting out of her restraints a couple of times, almost managed to once. That's when he broke her arm.
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Maybe Alex will find her. Alex has always found her before.
But maybe this time it's better if she doesn't. It's better if she doesn't find her, doesn't even look for her. Doesn't fall into this trap, see this place, see her like that.
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She gets moved at one point. Wheeled or carried away to a mustier and damper room. There's no bed here, no operating table, no scalpel digging deep into her skin and to the bone, no needle probing her, no wires and tubes running under her flesh. There's just the ground, dusty and humid, and every single one of her ribs broken.
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Lena.
Please let Lena be okay.
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