Haizel woke up in a foggy haze, her eyes barely focusing as she blinked them open, the bright lights in front of her burning her pupils. She swayed her head awkwardly as objects came into focus; a room surrounded her, a man off to the side turned away from her. As her sight returned, as did the feelings along her limbs. Pain shot through her arms and legs, her head throbbing, still sticky with blood. She found the source of her most worsened pain; her wrists and ankles were bound against a chair, talon of steel bore into her flesh, her blood dripping down the side and onto a plastic sheet beneath her feet. She attempt the struggle, though the realization of her mistake hit her like a brick wall; the steel teeth clamped down onto her harder, breaking into her bones and through her vessels. She cried out in pain, tears welling into her eyes, the pain almost too much to bare.<br/><br/>"I see you're up....perfect." She looked over, the man now approaching her. She felt as he quickly grabbed at her jaw, though she did her best to avoid eye contact. "I personally enjoy watching you thropes squirm" he said in a whisper. She made her best attempt at a scream, though her vocal cords felt stripped. "Nice try. Though, it won't work. And even if it did, this room is soundproof" She could see the smile on his face, an obvious satisfaction at his work. He was crazy she decided. He brought out a knife, slicing it slowly down the length of her cheek, obviously enjoying the pain developing in her face. "Now what toy should I play with first...hmm?" She dared a look as he walked away, grabbing a whip that he used against her long delicate legs. The first few were searing, the hot blood trailing down the length of her legs, her flesh ripping over and over. It was obvious she couldn't heal, she knew he had done something to her DNA to stunt her cell growth, and she wished for it as he continued.<br/><br/>He stopped suddenly and dropped the whip to the ground, "How about this one..?" She could see a small round object in his hand, one she was unsure of. "This, thrope, is something I made for my own pleasure....a nearly impossible toy that grabs the cybernetics in your filthy body and draws them out. It would of course take days, and kill you, but it will suffice" She could see the pleasure on his face as he enjoyed her reaction to his horrid story. She tried with all her might not to struggle, knowing the pain would only be to great, though her instincts kicked in, making the same mistake, only to regret it once more. She felt the cold metal of his special toy on her bare flesh before he turned it on. Her body seared with heat, as if every fiber of her being was being pulled out from her flesh; each blood cell, each vein, her skin all screamed out in pure pain as the machine worked on her body. She wished for her life to end, as she knew no one knew of her whereabouts. She let her head slump over as the pain continued to course through her body, as she waited for the end.