The mention of the wire made those emerald eyes widen.  As much as she didn't want to change, didn't want to hurt - she didn't want to<em>die</em>.  And whether it was by the relative swiftness of wire or the slow torture of disease and deprivation, the only choices ahead of her were submitting or dying.<br/><br/>Whether the doctor was telling the truth or lying to her, the words had the desired effect.  She would have to decide between saving her humanity at the cost of her life, or sacrificing her form in order to live.  Lisle sucked her lower lip between her teeth as she tries to rationalize either choice.<br/><br/>Then warmth encased the prong between her legs, and she felt a blaze shoot up her spine.  She couldn't stop the cry that burst from her lungs, thready and high-pitched.  Her hands tightened, trying to dig her short-clipped nails into the unyielding table as white exploded behind her eyelids.<br/><br/>When her throat could form words again, she heard her voice crackling out the only real answer to the doctor's offer.<br/><br/>"Please - d-don't send me back."