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“Let me go!”
Marcy desperately flailed against the restraints. Tugging and pulling until she scrubbed her skin raw.
Her throat tightened as her eyes darted back and forth across the room, consistently avoiding the trio below's gaze. Intently searching for something. Anything.
The room was filled with scalpels, wiring, an entire amalgamation of tech - seemingly medical or otherwise - that didn't resemble anything on Earth or Amphibia.
If it was anything like the beast behind her, she didn't have even a pinch of trust towards it.
Andrias spoke, but she hardly listened over the pounding of her heart that brought the stinging of tears and sweat to her eyes.
The sound of machinery whirred and buzzed, clanking movement making her heart sink lower and lower into a pit in her stomach.
Then she felt a stab.
It was dull and felt like the metal taste of a game chip, but it was enough to cause her to yelp and look down.
Tubes.
Chutes flew out from beneath the chair, only to stab themselves repeatedly into her skin where perfectly shaped divots covered her limbs like outlets for them. Marcy held her breath, not wanting to yell or cry while Andrias and that thing looked on.
So, she thrashed, the skin under the restraints bruised and stung, being pulled and yanked until she was out of breath and a new noise entered the fray.
The humming of electricity, and gears. Both accenting the dark as a helmet appeared above her, steadily making its way down to her.
Marcy froze, suddenly starting to retreat into herself as it inched closer.
Marcy whimpered, looking to Olivia and Yunan.
At least they had the decency to watch.
Andrias was a coward, not bothering to watch as he killed Marcy over again. The weight of the headpiece rested on her.
For a moment everything was silent, and then she felt it.
Nothing but the flashing of red danced across her vision, burning the backs of her eyes, as it filled her brain with static. Pins and needles tore through her and the only thing she could register were the screams being wretched from her at an ear-shattering decibel.
Her stomach twisted, this was the end. She would be gone.
She already knew she was supposed to be, but this was somehow worse.
Marcy had every cell in her body yelling at her to run and hide but she was cornered, strapped down in a chair forced to endure it, or cave.
She tried, she really tried to just bite through the fist-clenching pain and the nauseating colors that only proved to amplify every stab, every shock, and every other feeling, until she finally slipped away.
She couldn’t fight.
March just went limp. The newts below looking on in horror, holding their breath.
And her world was gone, replaced by a void. Olivia, Yunan, and Andrias lost to her.