The girl sat strapped to a stone slab, a fire burning above her. Worms slithered onto her body. leaving a thin trail of slime, and burrowed into her torso eating her from the inside out. They took her apart bite by bite until there was nothing left. She tried to scream but had no mouth.

Four times in two days was the number of times Yelena had tried to escape. The first attempt was thirty seconds after Heisenberg left her in the makeshift cell. She darted into the hall with a thick sliver of wood and sprinted after him. His back was still towards her and she lunged at him intending to drive the stake into his back. Without hesitation, he spun around and swung his great hammer with him. It caught her in her side and pinned her against the wall, cracking her ribs. It took her twelve hours to recover.

The second time was as soon as she could stand that night. She tried to use stealth this time. Heisenberg placed her in a room filled with operating equipment. Yelena had rolled onto her feet and began darting to the shadows. Crouched low and using her arm as an extra leg. She crawled to the door and picked the lock. Like a spider, Yelena pulled herself to the wall and crawled along the ceiling. Before she could even reach the end Aw of the hall, she was pulled to the floor. Heisenberg stood over her with a smirk and dragged her back.

She didn't try a third time until after she had finally collapsed on a gurney and slept. When she woke up she pulled on the grate to a large duct. Yelena tried to wiggle into the vent, pulling around her. Her hips stopped her, she tried to squeeze then realized she was stuck. She tried to stretch the duct so she could fit, but the thought of her getting stuck further up was horrifying. "Maybe my body will decay and leave a lovely rotten stench for him to deal with," she muttered, amplified by the steel ductwork.

As she tried to push herself back she heard footsteps enter the room and an obnoxious laugh. "I really should leave you like that. Like a trophy!" There was a pause before his footsteps, crunching on the dirt, neared her. A sharp slap on her ass caused her to jump and smack her head on the ductwork. Yelena flailed her legs wildly, the audacity of the man.

"I'm going to fucking kill you!" she called out. He pulled her from the vent and watched as she struggled against him. His magnetic field held her in place. She couldn't get any nearer to him, it felt like pushing against a giant balloon. He looked her up and down with a thoughtful expression, then turned on his heel and walked out, slamming the door behind him. Yelena heard him order a Soldat to stand outside the door.

For the fourth time, Yelena opened the door, it wasn't even locked and readied herself to fight the Soldat. It just stared at her with decaying eyes occasionally revving its drill. She took off down the hall running until she reached the service lift. As she reached for the call button, the Soldat drove its arm into her back and started its drill.

Yelena screamed in pain and fell to her knees. Her arm supported her against the wall. The Soldat removed the drill and stepped back away from her. She reached for the button again and the Soldat revved its drill in warning. As her finger pressed the button, the Soldat dug into her back again. Yelena cried out and fell to the ground, tears filled her eyes and obscured the lift as it slowly lowered to the ground. Her vision went black and the sound of the gate opening rang in her ears.

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Heisenberg stepped out of the lift as the Soldat stepped away. Yelena's shirt was ripped and twisted around its drill, blood was pouring out of her back and onto the grated walkway. Her blood was streaked with black.

"I told you it doesn't matter to me," he muttered. He pulled a grubby rag from his back pocket and wiped the blood away from her wound, the black slime was pooling in the lesion. It was the Mold, the same Mold that was in his own body. The bleeding had already stopped and her flesh was using the Mold to knit itself back together.

"Interesting," He mused. Tearing off the rest of her shirt, he wrapped it around her waist and lifted her off the ground. She groaned as he walked back to the operating room and laid her on the gurney.

Heisenberg watched her unconscious form for a moment. Her chest was slowly rising and her breath was raspy. He caught himself with a hand raised to wipe hair, that had fallen from her braid, out of her face. He clenched his fist and left the room, locking the door behind him.