Her favorites are the ones she's nicknamed (for lack of a better name; no one but her has names here, and sometimes she also forgets hers) the Wire Twins. They wind in and out of each other as they torture her, wrap wires around her flesh which cut her until she's nothing but shreds, not even a finger or toe recognizable. And still feeling the pain, all of it; how is that even possible? They are Siamese, sometimes one person, sometimes two, depending on whim. The wires they use on her are the same ones that bind them together, they cut into the twins' flesh as well, pulling at their mouths, ripping out teeth which the twins pick up and put back into each other again, giggling. She envies them their connectedness, their twin-ness. They seem to know when their arrival will cause her the most pain, when she's desperate for anything resembling normalcy they stay away, they seem to know that at such times their presence would serve as a source of hope, a reminder that relationships of some sort are still possible. When she's thinking about her ex-boyfriend, her ex-friends, picturing them living normal lives without her, that's when they come. One more thing I can't have. Her envy of them is part of the torture, then. Of course it is. Did she think that the torture would be only physical? Yes she did, when she first came here. When she knew, all the time, that her name was Niki. How long ago that seems.
The Wire Twins rarely speak, but once she asked them a question and they responded. "Does it hurt when the wires rip at you?" she asked them.
"Yes."