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She was locked up in the cell, deprived of her freedom. Her throat was parched, not a single drop of water in four days. The food had gone stale and her flesh clutched closely to her bones making her appear malnourished and sickly.

She was in fact malnourished. The main door opened. She had bothered to look up from where she sat, her strength was feeble and weak.

"Take her out" it was the guards coming to escort to the healer experimental room.

She shuddered at the thought of them inserting another needle into her skin just to draw more of her blood.

They took both of her arms on each side lifting up her body, not that she weighed a ton any more.

At the room, the healers already awaited her presence. Setting up the chair they always strapped her in. It had become her daily routine. If she wasn't wired into the wall with her hands spread far wide apart then she would be strapped tightly to the chair and feasted upon with their tools.