Chains would not hold her,  nothing so thin would have a chance.  All it would take was an infusion of the divine fire, and she could shatter the links as if they were nothing more then twine.  Yet,  why didn’t she…  why was she allowing this human to control her,  to tear it her heart and at soon to be flesh.  She closed her eyes, not wanting to look at their hate filled faces,  and she pondered temporarily disconnecting her audio sensors.  Then they would do nothing to cause her pain…  merely lacerate flesh that was never alive in the first place.<br/><br/>She wanted to say she knew what it was to suffer,  but,  the Doctor wouldn’t believe her.  Only human’s had feelings,  only human’s could feel emotional pain and trauma.  Perhaps she was right,  but humans also seemed to take the little joys in life for granted,  and take ever little slight as a personal attack against them.  Why?  Perhaps it was because…  they never truly understood what it was that they had.<br/><br/>Elohim did not struggle as they clipped the apartus to her pink nipples,  they could have torn them from her flesh and she would not have flinched.  They probably expected her to writhe and beg,  they probably actually believe they could beat her further physically.  She was not a live,  pain was something felt by living beings…  and she rested strangely between the categories of alive/dead/animate/inanimate.<br/><br/>“You are wasting your time trying to hurt me with electricity…”  She whispered before the shock tore through her body.  Her back arched, and her limbs shook her lower lip fluttered ever so slightly.  Her eyes rolled up into her skull,  perhaps for a moment the observers would have thought that she was in pain,  until they heard the soft moan that fell from the machine’s lips.  It was husky,  and full of what bordered on animal lust.  The various runes upon her form became apparent once again, glowing gold as her eyes became too pits of bright blue light.