The pain was overwhelming, Lucien felt as if he was thrown into the midst of a burning, raging inferno. The sensation was so animated that Lucien could clearly feel no, sense his skin being slowly melted away, leaving him like a peeled orange.
He couldn't actually see, just as he closed his eyelids, and as the torturous experience flared up, he suddenly lost all of his visual, auditory, and vocational abilities. Heck, he couldn't even sit up, he was like a log that caught a flying spark, feeding it and turning it into this hell he felt being inside at the moment.
Still, something forced his consciousness to stay awake. Like back in the facility, he once again wasn't the one in control, but a mere passenger of his own body. He was thrown into the deepest, darkest pits of his own inner soul space.