I should really go to sleep, I have a 9am lecture tomorrow, but this is what I'm doing instead. I realised any Missy content I've added here is crack-ish but not quite the kind of degrading and sadistic substance I for one have been craving. This could quite possibly become a series. Live laugh love, besties.

You couldn't remember a time you'd ever screamed so loud and so genuinely in your life.

You weren't entirely sure how you'd gotten there in the first place, writhing desperately across the floor, absolutely howling with agony, as if oblivious to your raw throat and fully compressed lungs. The ground beneath you felt as though it was melting your flesh, your skin softening, liquifying, caramelising. Your screams only increased the pain tenfold, but making that inhuman noise was the only thing stopping you from tearing up your own flesh or doing anything possible to end the blistering pain you'd been subjected to.

And then it all just stopped.

Your view changed so suddenly. In fact, you couldn't even remember what it had been before. You couldn't remember seeing anything in the first place. But the pain had stopped, despite the small spasms of your strained muscles and the dull soreness across your back serving as a continuous reminder.

Now there was no pain. Just a faint vibration beneath you that you weren't sure was a figment of your own nerve damage or not. The light was a blinding white colour, but as your vision gradually sharpened, you began to visualise the pale grey tiles that made up the ceiling. The odour that hit your nose was strong, but nothing you could put your finger on. It was chemical, almost bleach-like, but combined with rot and decay.

"Huh. What do you know? Doesn't even need a refurbishment."

There was a woman sitting in a chair just a few feet away from you. You struggled to focus on her, but she was the only other person within sight. Only by squinting through the haze in your eyes could you make out her deep plum-coloured clothing, her dark brown hair twisted into a flawless updo that left a single ringlet curl towards the side of her face. Her icy blue eyes were narrowed with a sort of cruel glee as she examined a small black box in her hands, the corners of her mouth upturned into a smile that made you instinctively recoil.

She was far too busy fondling with the device in her hands to acknowledge you. Or maybe she had. Surely she was speaking to you. "I found it dirt cheap on a black market in Galaxy 4, what a bargain! It might need new batteries though." She ran a manicured finger along the sharp edge of the box-shaped gadget. "I wonder if it takes AAA –"

Your head rolled to the side as burning acidic bile rose to the top of your throat, and suddenly you were heaving, your stomach forcefully emptying itself and its contents sloshing out of your mouth and splattering onto the polished white floor.

The woman sighed. "Not even a hello."