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Hash lumens turned on as she awoke and groaned, carefully rolling off her pallet and squinting into the light. His long had it since she was pulled from the tunnels? Her home, her family? The community? She could no longer hear the sif murmurs of her family in her mind, only silence.
Stretching he arms, she looked around her cell, three white walls, a fourth of some sort of transparent material, a pallet for sleeping on, a simple toilet and a Chem shower was all she had, her third arm hugged her waist as she slowly walked around th room, dressed in nothing but a simple gown, a hole cut for her third arm was the only kindness to her captors had shown her.
They had cutted her, stuck her with needles, taken samples of all sorts... She was scared and alone, she missed her hunch back mother and her songs, the great avatar she had stolen a glimpse of in her child hood, she ran a hand over her head, feeling the stubble of her once long hair, shorn off as part of her imprisonment.
She waddled back to her pallet, her tail curling to one side as she sat, looking at the cuff the attached to her left wrist, a bunch of symbols she did not understand printed on it, slowly curling up, she did as she had done so many times in the last few days? Weeks? And cried.
There was a hiss as the clear wall retracted, a figure standing there, tall, strong, his face hidden by a mask as he pointed a gun at her, in his other hand a series of cuffs. "Forward Xeno scum." He barked.
Sniffling, she got to her feet, walking forward she held her free arms out as he cuffed them, binding her as he barked again. "March!"
She walked, holding her arms close to her body as she moved down the corridor, other cells lining one side of the hall, all sorts of other strange things contained within, she knew better than to stop and stare, each time she done so in the past, she would be beaten.
Her guard marched her into the room.... She hated and feared the room, this is where they cut her, stabbed her with needles, she was forced to a table that she awkwardly climbed on, her cuffs removed before she was shackled to the bed, a slight whimper escaping her throat.
There was the sound of metal on metal as her tormentor entered, hunched, but unlike her kin that beared the blessing of the four armed Emperor, theirs was hunched with machinery, multiple arms came out from under their robes. "Subject theta, you know why you are here?"
A spark of defiance flared in her. "My name is Lom." She said. Her name, who she was, it was important, needed.... Made her feel human.
Her tormentor paid no attention as he placed a metallic hand on her forehead, tracing her bone ridge. "Subject Theta, classification Sub species of Genestealer, commonly known as Genestealer cultists. Generation three, age 18 standard years, gender female."
She tuned him out, as always her captor would list off the same facts before her started cutting her, there glass eyes glowing under their hood as they looked her over like a cut of meat, her skin crawled as she saw them pick up a scalpel. "Obtaining dermal armour sample." They said as they started cutting into the carapace of her third arm, her voice screaming out into the sterile room.