“Aauu….uuuhhgh…”

Flashes of bright colors and symbols burn in Belle's brain, as her eyes flutter. Feelings and memories and touches, blurry space between being force fed pills and passing out, to now. She's grabbing something, she's looking at so much, blinking lights and visions she can't comprehend. Something being, shoved, inside her. Everywhere. Whispers. Someone stroking her…her, cock, with their nails. Whispers. She's never been penetrated, but for some reason the feeling stings and lingers in her head in waves, why can she remember this? More symbols, more colors, more touches- she remembers something being fixed onto her head, distantly, being battered around some more too. She remembers being the size of a small forest and being, too high up, flying through the air again, terror…then yelling. Lots of yelling. Lots of hitting, pain, lots of pain, god-

Her head feels so heavy and dark splotches are all she can see physically, beyond the unfamiliar probing back in her head. She hears honking underneath her, and is made aware of the pull her body is undergoing above her, or is it…below…

Oh god she’s- she's upside down! 

“Hh-h-hAAH-!” Her arms lazily flail as she finally gets a view beyond the darkness splotched in her vision, hundreds of feet in the air looking down on a street, a sidewalk, more honking, cars-

“Thank Christ! You're finally up! I've been holdin’ you here for damn near an hour!” The Officer chimes in, as Belle's face whips up in a panic, still involuntarily screaming. The grip she has on Belle's ankle tightens. “Oh, shut up, when the hell did this happen?? Strapped you into a mech and you started flailing around and crying! I mean you LOOKED funny but you wasted what uh…fuck, four billion dollars?? You wasted four billion dollars!”

Belle is punched in the gut again, she lets a strained groan and cough out and shudders, then lets another scream out and devolves into sobs. She cant do this anything but this anything but this she cant stop screaming— “PLEASE— PLEASEPUHLLMEUH— UHP— PLEASE—“ she begs as desperately as she possibly can.

The Officer yawns, loudly, briefly loosening her grip and letting go, then catching her with her other arm, on the other ankle. “Whoops, sorry.” She says lazily with disinterest, using the hand she was holding her with moments ago to cover her mouth, and yawn again. Belle screams so hard it fucks her throat up, and devolves fully into sobs, she cant even coherently form words anymore.

“I don' t believe you're bullshittin’ me this time but what the hell happened? You were never afraid of heights! You get some kinda new, weird trauma or somethin’ out there? Look. All’s I'm saying is, if you’d stayed with me instead of going to play pretend out there with the trash, that never would’a happened.” She waves her around, dangling her like meat above the dingy streets of the city. A glassy, dome-like sheen covers the sky, it's full of stars and planets. “Look at you, making me come out here with the commoners and livestock for something other than work.”

Belle babbles and tries to claw to the edge of the building, screaming each time she looks down again. She's losing the ability to even form thought. She feels like she's passing out. Before she can, though…

“Bad mutt.” The officer says in a disinterested, monotonous drawl, punching her in the stomach again.

Bad dog.

A sting of pain flows through Belle's skull.

Can’t even listen right, can’t even sit still right.

More pain- she cant make sense of it, it only worsens her panic and makes her more desperate to get onto solid ground, which makes The Officer groan. Her head feels wrong and fuzzy, now. Beyond starting to get delirious there's a blanket of…something. Something she can't describe.

“Don't worry, well get you sorted out, one way or another. Gotta get you into one of those hunks of metal one way or another, gotta make you useful somehow.” She chastises, dangling her for a bit longer. “I mean, ‘s’not like you can die…”

An idea obviously has reached The Officers mind, she cracks a devilish, nasty grin and raises Belle up. “I dunno what exposure therapy is, exactly, but it sounds like somethin’ that works, so lets give it a shot~”

In an instant, Belle is ripped up into the air. She sees, very, very briefly, a horrible glint in The Officer's eyes. Everything pauses for one moment, then at full force, she's thrown downwards into the building, bouncing off and going into free fall.

“Whoops. Arm jerked, there.” And a hearty laugh is all that remains up on the roof.

She screams louder than she ever has in her life. There is no shock this time, there is no grace period of reflection or life flashing before her eyes, just pure, unbridled fear. It shoots through her like lightning, she's screaming so loud her voice-box finally gives way into quiet squeaking, the flailing she's doing only makes her movements more erratic. She starts to spin, then hit the side of the building, which hurts more than she can really process at the moment. After bouncing off of the wall and hurling towards the street she can hardly see where she's going anymore, only the memory of the pavement remains among the blurry lights in her vision, and the nightmare doesn't stop even when she comes crashing into the side of a car. Even when she bounces off the side of that car at high speed directly into the sidewalk at an angle, even when almost every bone in her body breaks and her head cracks open and her flesh is melded to the concrete. 

She has a small moment of consciousness where she thinks it will finally, finally end, and she'll finally be allowed to die, but she can only sit there paralyzed. She struggles to breathe at all with the blood leaking out of every orifice on her face. She cant move her head, she cant look at herself or her surroundings, blearily, in the distance, she sees the woman that dropped her turn and walk away from the building high above. For another few moments most of her body is numb but then feeling begins to return, nerves firing off and buzzing like small zaps and channeling directly back into her brain. Synapses registering the paste some of her flesh has been reduced to, and feeling it all in full color once more. She tries to scream, and cry, but all that emits from her mangled neck is a gargle. The ringing in her ears, that she had not even thought about, finally abates and is replaced the loud ringing of horns and the piercing chatter of those around her. For a moment, she considers that this is hell, again in her life she considers she has died and gone to hell and this is eternity now. She spirals, and caves, and falls into delusion as her own body assaults all of her senses and defies all logic to keep her in the moment, it feels like an eternity.

“Mooooove out of the way or ill make my dog eat you alive.” Chimes in The Officer, who is met with unanimous fear from the crowd as she waves her hand and shoo’s them. She walks over and grins down at Belle, her body is mangled and broken, she couldn’t count the bones sticking out of her limbs on one hand. “Though, who the hell am I kidding I’d have to do it myself at this rate.”

She squats down, and tilts her head, looking at Belles face. Belle is looking up at her in horror, hoping she just, kills her. Anything. She just wants the pain to stop, the redundancy is driving her insane, the sheer shallowness and inability to grasp anything at all. All she can do is beg and think “I just want the pain to stop” or “why is this happening” or anything else of the sort. Her mind can't handle this being all there is, this isn't even, even her not being able to handle things this is just senselessly cruel repeti-

The officer reaches down and knocks on Belles skull. “Knock knock. Need you to stay with me here, Paula. This is a uh…very important lesson.” She clears her throat and chuckles. “Christ, lookkat you. Literally gonna have to scrape you off the concrete.”

Another gargle emits from Belle, the officer shushes her. She reaches over at her leg and snobbishly pinches off her left glove.

“Hand sanitizer is a lot less expensive than these puppies, let me tell you.” She finishes with a grin, then grabs Belle's leg. She very, very slowly starts to pull her up, despite Belles increasingly pained reaction. Her skin peels against the concrete and leaves a pasty and sinewy mush, not unlike a plastic cutting board after pounding cutlets into it. After letting a noise of disgust out, The Officer finally rips her all the way off then stands up. Her body hangs limply by the leg as Belle lets a clicky groan out, the entire side of her body that landed is bespeckled with gravel, cigarette butts, discarded wrappers, coins, and one or two old needles. This street doesn't seem to get much maintenance. 

“Well, can't have you growin’ over that. Uuuuh.” The officer purses her lip up for a second, then gingerly takes Belle's other mangled leg, and starts using her old boot to brush off and dig out all the debris. Belle groans again and coughs, her eyes rolling up, her body trembling violently from the pain, It’s unfathomable.

“Ss-stooOohhp-“ she rasps out, no idea how she can even talk. Her body feels different, its been, shifting around, and she doesn't understand how. She assumed most of what The Officer has been saying was insane ramblings but, how, would she even be alive? 

“Stop?” That elicits a hearty chuckle from her tormentor, who digs half a vape pen out of her hip. “You ungrateful little shit, I am teaching you, nurturing you, making it ~safer~ for you, literally cleaning your fuckin’ wounds for you. You never did appreciate me enough.” 

She lightly jabs her knee into Belles face, which causes her to let a small cry out. She fully hollers when her arm begins to spark and heat up, seemingly out of nowhere it looks like one of the lithium batteries in it swelled up and combusted, one of the sides is bulging and beginning to catch fire. The hand itself clenches and un-clenches at a constant then begins to freak out, it only sends more overwhelming sensations directly into Belles brain.

“Ugh.” The officer just rips it off, it makes a horrid whirring and hissing noise at the base then dies. Her flesh pulsates grotesquely around the stray wires. Belle screams, loudly, and her voice cracks and starts to give out after she trails into loud sobbing. The wires stick out of the stub and spark a bit, the sensation is indescribable, she’s losing her vision—

“AuHhuhH— nn—nnnho moreehhuh—“ Her only bid at this point is pathetic sobs and pleading, debasement has gone out the window with this much pain.

“I’ll get you a new one, shut up. Lucky bitch. You get everything in the world you need and still, here we are. Y’think shit isn't hard for me? Who do you think takes care of ordering new parts and getting shit scheduled and fitted when you mess it up…?” Her ranting is followed by some grumbles. She finishes up digging most of the debris she cares to out of Belle, though. Belle continues to sob, still begging, resorting to half babbles and chokes again. All of the reflection and self awareness in the world couldn't actually give her the ability to do anything but beg, and take it in this situation. She's not strong, she's not willed, she never was, and shutting down and taking it’s what's gotten her through most hardships in life. What's one more…?

The Officer looks around, she taps her foot and glances up at the sky, seemingly trying to gauge what time it is. For a moment, looking up at The Officer's eyes at the angle Belle is at, the glint of the stars through the dome in the sky catches in them just right, and clearly, very clearly, a milky and clouded gray tone can be seen behind her retinas. It's like the visage of a corpse reanimated, almost in mockery of something else, Belle has been unable to notice in any able scenario but something feels fundamentally wrong with this lady. The Officer sighs, and turns back to her. “Well, that was productive, I'd say. I helped you with your fears and, you got helped. How about a thank you?” She says, in an almost taunting tone, while lifting her up by the leg to bring her face closer into her view.

Belle does not respond, at first. She is reeling from everything, and though it goes against the bit of self reflection she had earlier she is far too flabbergasted by the request to just thank her. How is she supposed to…

“Dog, c'mon.” She slaps her on the face a few times. Belle crumbles almost immediately, beginning to babble and wheeze. The officer has an air of disinterest around her, commanding with “dog” or “mutt”, almost an irony poisoned sense of superiority. It doesn't seem to disturb her, not by any means, it just seems to bore her. It's a cheap fix she's chosen for a problem, which will become Belle's entire reality and torment, it's a small sigh worthy task for The Officer.

“I’m sorry—!” She blurts out, haphazardly, forgetting what The Officer had even wanted from her. She's slapped again.

“That's not what i asked you for, dumbass! Have you even been listening to me?? Ugh.” Another slap. “I said thank me, damn it!”

“Thankyhou—“ Trembling violently, again, she tries not to sob more. Shes never been good with pain, she would've thought after a while shed get used to it but she never fucking-

“Gooood! Great. Finally, some manners in this shithole.” She tosses her up, grabs her by her midriff, then turns her the other way around and holds her by her arm instead. Belle yelps and silently screams through that motion of poses, her voice has nearly entirely given out at this point. “Now…y’didnt do good. Can’t say that. But it’s nice to do things with you again, all things considered, despite it all.” She punctuates her sing-song tone by holding a hand out innocently, grinning.

A thumb gingerly reaches up to glide over Belle’s cheek, as soft as it can with the displayed tremors. The Officer in general seems to move with a rigidity and near clockwork jaggedness. Belle's head hangs limp, she weakly glances up at The Officer after a few moments of silence, half flinched like an oil covered duckling, and waits for her to continue with whatever she's going to meaninglessly pelt her with next. She…is confused by the expression on her face though, and further confused when she licks her lips.

“Lets get to my ride, eh…?” There's a more malicious expression to her now but it's not just malicious, there's need in it too. A devious and relieved glint marked by a few creases on her old, weathered face. Belle immediately looks, somehow, more distressed, and memories of when she was grabbed and groped by her swim in her head frantically. She whines and looks around but she can't really do anything but sit here being dangled from her arm, she can still barely feel her legs- her spine hurts worse than it ever has, she can feel and hear it crackle something awful as she makes even the slightest attempts at moving. She glances at The Officer’s face again before she's switched to a princess carry, and she starts to walk. She looks down at Belle with the same smile on her face.

“Here, baby, lemme get that stuffing back in you.” She half cradles her in one arm, then starts shoving her still exposed bones back into her muscles, eliciting several more attempted screams and a lot more writhing. Her head’s starting to feel foggy and wrong again, like when she woke up, she grits her teeth and tries to hold the thought but it’s cut off by her bones being shifted around like skewers. Once The Officer has deigned her visually Normal Looking again she prods around and smushes everything together like leveling out a tube of half empty toothpaste, she pauses for a moment to open her car door though. 

“DRIVE GUY, set a towel down so my dumbass girlfriend doesn't stain m’nice seats.” She grins and waits with a boot rested on the frame, leaning against the side of the car. Quickly, a towel is placed over the right side of the back row of seats, awaiting any sullying and blood and mess. She finally lays Belle down, who lets out another wretched gargle, and then she lets a husky chuckle out while she steps in herself, closing the door behind her.

“TAKE ME HOME. Slow routes.” She punctuates with a few snaps directed towards the driver, the car turns on with a low electrical hum. Something quiet and distant pops onto the radio, white noise at most, the humming trills rythmically as the cars pulled out onto the road. The Officer directs her attention back to Belle, who's still letting squeaky whimpers out and rigidly holding her body in the stiffest position she can, while hyperventilating. She will never have a moment to comprehend the physical pain she's undergoing, certainly not now, as she's gripped by the hair roughly and pulled to lay her head onto The Officer’s crotch. 

"I've been waitin’ a loooong damn time to be touched again. Lucky you. I never slept with anyone else, y'know…? I waited. You, kept me waiting. I could've had anyone I wanted…but I waited on you.” Her voice is filled with longing, and resentment, a gross foundation of entitlement to her tone. A lingering irritation at someone that is not here anymore, a ghost that she's suturing directly into Belle's flesh. “This is all I've wanted for, the god damn, eternity— you have made me spend. Waiting, and longing…fuckin’…”

It feels warm, and damp, almost immediately, the dense and soft material smells stale already. She hates this smell. It reminds her of being scolded as a child, for chewing on something. She hears a few chuckles from above, then feels a hand rest on the back of her head, starting to gently press down and prod her chin into the damp patch. The chuckling is followed by a small moan. Shestill cant move, she’s still in so much fucking pain—

“Nah, fuck foreplay, c'mon…” She once again lifts Belle up by her hair, just a bit, so she can fumble around with her pants-button. It takes her about seven seconds of groaning and tugging to get it free, then another ten for her to angrily yank down her zipper and shove her hand into the side of her pants. She growls a bit, pulling down so she can get them just about to the mid-length of her thighs, then the other side shimmied down in immature frustration. Once her drenched panties slide all the way down, she leans back a bit to further let her pussy out. Immediately, a smell hits Belle's nostrils, it's not a pleasant one to her, it doesn't smell particularly clean either, she lets a small groan out. Anxiety is welling in her chest like she's begun to fall again, the ground beneath her feels like it's been swept out once more. There is no grace to this. Has there ever been to any of it, everything she can think of in her life, every fear has been validated, every wrongdoing has gone unpunished. An emptiness and pressure begins to take the front of her head, the pain in the back from having her hair pulled is disappearing. 

She wants to go home, to a place that never existed.

“I’ve been waiting so-god-damn-long to get off. To have the time to get off. You have no fucking idea, you better not have been giving anything to anyone else you…ugh.” She rubs her head, like she can't think of an insult. “Enough’a’this, just fuckin’ eat me out.” No heed is given to the driver of The Officer’s car, the windows are tinted, but Belle has a feeling that wouldn't stop whatever is about to happen even if they weren't. In an instant after she's done speaking, she slams Belle’s face down into her blistering hot cunt and begins forcefully grinding it against it by the hair on the back of her head.

“MmHfH- m-!” Belles eyes widen, she has never done anything like this before. She has touched herself and that is it, she feels completely lost and scared and confused— she starts to panic and whimper and cry, but she can't move her body or move away. The smell is overwhelming, the heat is overwhelming, she's getting The Officer’s fluids into her mouth and the taste is starting to overwhelm her. Everything is dizzy and wrong.

“Lick!” The officer barks out, leaning back into the headrest of the car-seat and sighing. Her hips quiver a bit, she only gets more wet from there, Belle's head feels like a blended drink. She can't catch her breath. She does not start licking. She can barely understand what was asked of her, her fingers twitch, she tries to move anything she can but it's not working, her body is still mangled and pulling itself back together. “Lick, dog! Fuck! Use your fucking- tongue- I knowyou remember how to!” The Officer huffs again, frustrated, still very affected by the grinding she's doing right now. She didn't seem to be lying about not being touched in all that time, despite the tone she was taking. 

Belle's mind, once again flashes with things she can't understand, everything begins to feel wrong and her body itches all over, she lets a sob out and gags. She's starting to not be able to tell where she is, the words being pelted at her are ringing in her head loudly, she doesn't know what to do. Everything begins to froth and aerate in her head until the dizziness gets too much and she pukes all over the officers crotch. 

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” She is, once more, ripped up by the hair. The officer lets a disgusted groan out and gags herself, into her other hand, its trembling slightly. She growls loudly and glares at Belle. “You STUPID motherfucker- you dumb bitch! You stupid fucking—“ She’s slapped in the face, hard. She whimpers, “—BITCH. You disgusting—“ and again, she lets a cry out, it hurts worse than she feels it should, but she doesn't have much time to process it, “—FREAK, do you have ANY idea how—“ then she's punched. A tooth goes flying out. It's not like it matters, anymore, if what The officers been saying is true it'll just grow back. It only hurts. What does it matter anymore. What's the point? “—EXPENSIVE this all is!? I should throw you back in the [Punch] DUMPSTER i dragged you out of on that [Punch] TERRIBLE GOD DAMN PLANET YOU [Punch] FILTHY ANIMAL!”

Belle is crying and hyperventilating and trembling, again by the time shes finished wailing on her, her face is bruised and beaten once more. She didn't mean to. For once voluntarily, she whimpers out a small, shaky “I’m sorry” in hopes it just makes this all stop. It's also just a learned reaction to abuse, the blame redirects itself back to herself in the worst of times. She doesn't know why it would stop, she's not thinking straight anymore. Her body still itches and writhes unpleasantly, her mind still pelts her with awful feelings of guilt and impulse for something she can not do anymore.

The Officer pants, glaring her down, gritting her teeth so hard they threaten to crack and bleed. She, aswell, is trembling, so much so its shaking Belle doubly so. “No…” She sighs, through her teeth. “No. You’re not gettin’ off the hook with a fuckin’ apology for pukin’ all over me AND my clothes AND my car!” She waves her hand around, to punctuate. Not much vomit got onto the seat itself, but enough did to leave a small stain. “You’re gonna clean your mess up, you're gonna make it up to me!”

There is an issue with Belle just being punished: The Officer is still incredibly horny, still pent up, and does not want to clean this vomit up herself. She shoves Belle right back into her cunt, vomit and all, and grips the back of her head even tighter. She sighs and presses her into herself roughly. Belle is just incoherently sobbing at this point, she feels like she's running through the woods in pitch black darkness.  “Lick it all up, mutt. Lick every last inch of sickness you see back up into your disgusting maw. Swallow it down then tongue my pussy till I tell you to stop. I'm not leaving here without a god damn orgasm, it's been too long since I came, you hear me!? Dog, mutt animal bitch whatever the hell you need to hear to clean your mess up.”

A cacophony of everything Belle has been dealing with mentally turned up to ten storms in her head, her eyes begin to gloss over, the last bit of rational thought in her head dies and gives way to feelings and The Officer's words. With nowhere else to go that isn't filling her with disorientation and terror she starts drunkenly licking up the vomit around The Officers thighs, swallowing every now and then when it starts spilling back out of her mouth. A pang of elation tickles over her scalp with each lick, she feels like she's supposed to be doing this…

It just tastes like acid and blood, she hasn't been eating, there's nothing there. A full body shiver takes over her every time she swallows, but she feels entirely compelled to continue, doing anything else feels terrifying to her right now. The direction is safe. The direction given makes sense. She is doing something she is supposed to be doing. Distantly, she hears The Officer moaning and saying something else above her, but all the noises of the world feel far away at this point. She can't really even see anymore. Everything is just dark blotches.

Just do what i fucking say.

Once she’s prodded around at everything with her tongue and realized no vomit is left, she follows the putrid smell from earlier again back to The Officer’s pussy. She doesn't hesitate or even really think about it at all this time, right away she starts licking at it like it's the first time she's ever done it. It is the first time she's ever done it. She has absolutely no frame of reference for how this works or what to do, she's never even seen a vagina before. Likely the only reason she feels any contracting and louder moaning from above is because the lady hasn't been able to cum in so long that just about anything would get her there, at this point. None of this is going through her mind though, the only thing to her is the smell and the feeling and the words in her head telling her to do it. They make her feel good. They make her feel, doing, good— they make her feelreallyreallygood- 

All of a sudden, shes pulled up again and let to breathe. She can no longer comprehend the pain behind her head, or in any other parts of her body, she only lets a small whimper out since shes unaware she finished the job. The itching, tugging, and pressure returns to her being all at once and the building peace and pleasure is put out like a fire in a pan. She desperately tries to lean down a bit more, and get back to what she was doing, some drool and other fluids slip from her mouth. Shes not really hearing the muffled and softened words above her. After a few seconds of not changing her course, she's moved to face The Officer again. Everything is still dark and blurry. She can just barely hear her.

“I- I said that's enough, damn it…” she says, panting, obviously dizzied by that despite Belle's lackluster pleasuring abilities. “God, you're rusty as shit but…god…”

The Officer lets Belle go again, her head drops down with a splat in her moistened thigh. She lets another small whimper out, she feels entirely exhausted now that shes been told to quit.

The purpose is gone and the only thing left in her poor head is that pervasive numbness. She's exhausted every bit of energy she could possibly give. Again, too distant for her to truly understand are words, they sound longing and familial; Laced with the slightest, faintest bit of regret, that unfortunately noone here is capable of picking up on. Belle is quickly losing consciousness…

“I just wanted you back…”

“Waiting………Paula…I love…”

“Things……..okay again now……….here…”

It feels like she's experiencing it from three bodies over, but there’s a gentle touch starting at the top of her head, moving down along her hair, repeatedly. It's just about the last thing she can process before exhaustion fully claims her, and she falls unconscious. It persists to that moment, and beyond what she's aware of for the remainder of the night…

…

Hours later, stirring in what feels like a strange unrecognizable cloth beneath her, Belle hears more words she can't comprehend, then angry yelling, then hands prodding at her neck. She coughs a bit, then gasps when the pressure that had been there releases, taking in raspy gulps of air. She tries to open her eyes, all she sees is a blurry figure that she can guess the identity with the distant noise pounding in her ears. The figure leaves soon after and Belle's eyes close again…

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…

And another few hours later, her breathing quickening once more, she fills to life for a second time. Every time she tries to open her eyes she feels like a baby puppy that's pried them open for the first time, everything is impossible bright and yet too dark to make any detail out at the same time. She tries to feel around at her surroundings, and gauge what they are, she thinks this is the bed in the room she remembers from….from…

How long has it been? How long has she been here? She wants to say yesterday but there are so many memories in-between, so much, and, what she said earlier…they had to have been real. What day is it? Is it still the same month? God, she hopes its the same month at least.

Her stomach growls horribly, she lets a tired whine out.

She feels like she's taking the thoughts she has right now for granted, she feels like her lucidity will be taken away again in a few short moments, whenever she comes back. She’ll…she’ll…oh, god— she feels sick, once again, remembering in vividness licking her own puke off of her captors genitals. She weakly snakes her hands— her- her hand-? up to clasp her mouth, now also aware that her arm is still missing. That's a whole ‘nother thing added to the pile collapsing her right now, she's trying so hard to not puke, she swallows as much as she can but the feeling doesn't persist- 

There's, a drain— in the middle of the floor, she remembers, a drain—

She tumbles out of bed quickly, holding the awful, stinging bile climbing at her throat like bunch of spiders and forgets she has no arm once more. She goes tumbling to the ground and gets the wind knocked out of her, she gasps for air and trembles.

“GghUhHgg- g- hhH-“ She hardly remembers the last words she made that weren't putrid guttural exhalations, vague memories of begging and apologizing is the only other thing that sticks out. Luckily, for her, she's able to swallow the bit of puke she gagged out there and drag herself a few inches closer to the drain, where she braces herself and finally lets it out. It's probably the least stressful bout of doing this she's been forced to suffer in recent times. After she finishes she pants, the bitterness coating her mouth being something she can focus on to breathe and get her bearings…hopefully. She doesn't even know if there's a point or a chance for her anymore, but what else is she supposed to do…?

She misses the small acquaintances she…well…she guesses they were her actual friends, now that she's stuck up here. She misses playing video-games with them and going to talk over lunch or whatever they had to while their world was being dissolved and the resistance was first forming here, even if they were assholes sometimes. She especially misses the friend that came with her from back home but, they got separated forever ago. Neither of them could carry enough from home to sustain anything that kept them in the same spot. She's just told herself they're already dead so she doesn't have to suffer any pain if she found that out, but, at this point she hopes whatever it was, was as simple as death. She lets a small, bleak chuckle out. She hasn't had any time to reflect on herself or think, it's all been pure reaction after reaction to, to…

She feels sick again.

She finally tries to push herself up, it takes a few tries before shes even kneeling again. She looks at her joints, and the particularly bad spots where her body was broken and shattered on the concrete. There's nothing. No trace of it happening. She can move perfectly fine. Her head’s spinning, what the fuck…? She’d…been there. For The Officer to lecture her about it but she can only just now process she was being right…

The other things…her mind feels wrong. When she says some things, it infatuates her in an alien manner, it's like The Officer is sticking a finger into her own mouth and then pulling it back out and ramming it past her ear into her brain by force. She shudders, and whimpers a bit, closing her eyes. Why the hell does everyone treat her like a dog? First her parents, now…is she ever going to escape being treated like an animal? 

Up onto her knee now, holding her palm to it, applying pressure and straightening it. It wobbles, she quickly picks the next one up and plants it down as fast as they can so it can join in the dance. She lets an unsteady “woah” out and holds her arm to the side, trying to balance, but this would be much easier if the other one wasn't ripped off. Again. She shudders, once more. Luckily for her, as a gift from the universe as she sees it, she gets one win and is able to stay on her feet. She tumbles forwards onto a wall and takes a moment to breathe.

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The moment lasts minutes, before she's actually caught her breath, and she still hasn't really but she's noticed something pretty crucial here: There is no collar around her neck, and if she recalls, that's the only thing that was really stopping her from getting out…or…or, it was broken and, the pills were? Has it even been fixed? She holds her head, whatever—! 

She can make an actual decision here...she can try to do something. Even if she has no clue where she'd go, what she'd do, maybe she could find a radio? Maybe she could hide? The city she saw it…if it’s, the space station, there has to be an alley or something. She feels a lightness in her chest as she steps forwards into the hallway, this could be her chance!