1 A Wall Between Comfort [Yoren/No-Kill] Tue Jun 27, 2017 1:39 am
Emiko
D-rank
The institute was... how to describe it, cold. The hallways, the floors, the ceilings and lights. There was no comfort to a single element of it. It was... grey, or maybe it was Emiko's outlook of it that gave it a bleak tint to the otherwise colorless and void elements to everything. That was outside of her own room though. Emiko's cell was... void, it had a bed with an old thin mattress and some worn out sheets that smelled of the age of the room and time gone on. So few times they ever gave the 'patients' new things to use, it was the last thing on their minds most of the time. The floor was nice and smooth, like a single giant tile but made of many smaller ones; the floor was so leveled and fell down at the center, angling towards a single drain at the center of the room. Despite all the clean cut of it all, it was dirty... bits of hair and dirt left around and clinging to the surfaces scattered about in the grains of cement between each tile. The worst of it was the small tinge and residue of blood that changed the color of the tile ever so slowly, much worse around the drain, it just felt disgusting to the eyes.
The walls were cracked and warped, seeming miscolored over time from water damage and the likes that ruined the cement walling itself. Drywall too soft and not entrapping enough for their subjects, and the ceiling was in as bad a position with cracks that ran across its surface like it would collapse at any time. A few bad attempts at re-cementing the various surfaces only further gave it an ugly appearance. A single lamp at the top of the room shone in the artificial light and gave a headache from being exposed to it for even a short time. Even worse, there was no switch for Emiko to control it, it was on when it was on and only off at night for a short time to allow them just a few hours of decent sleep.
Emiko's bed was made of a singular steel frame that gave the twin bed the feel of a prison, no mirror in the room as broken glass was too easy to weaponize and the only other thing was a pile of clothes to change from, the patients uniform in duplicate. Another thicker blanket to change with the thinner blanket if it got too cold was also folded in the corner, still as ragged as Emiko could imagine. The only real luxury she was afforded besides a rare change up in meals on seemingly random days. There was nothing else, no clock to tell time, nothing to read or keep her busy with but there was one thing though. A crack on the floor that opened up on the back wall of her cell, leading to another cell behind her. That's where Yoren's voice was, whoever he was that existed on the other side of the wall so often, it had been quiet for a while.
The guards had brought a plate of food to Emiko not too long ago, she couldn't tell how long ago, but the mush that was like... applesauce? But with more meat taste, it had gotten cold. She had finished off the roll and dug into the vegetables but she lay there and couldn't find the appetite for the rest of it. Things had been quiet as her head laid against the cold hard ground for a moment, her mind wandering about nothing, not even the memories of her past childhood and the places she had known before.
The steel door that served as the only decoration of her room had a few taps against it. Loud and echoing, the guard probably banging using the stick they would occasionally hit her with to knock before pressing against the small metal slit that was like a letter box before yelling out. "Time's up. Put the plate back through so the doctor can come in."
Emiko blinked, her heart raced as she glanced at it, her palms had instantly become sweaty and her breathing labored. "But I'm not done yet?" her words were short and she became to crawl upwards.
"It doesn't f*cking matter. Hurry up. We have other things to do than stand her all day waiting on you!" the guard shouted, his voice echoed and distorted, his face not visible from the small window of bars high on the door.
"But I'm.."
"If we have to come in there, I swear to all that is!" his rant continued on with colorful language of the force they'd have to use against her. No choice as she was a dangerous inmate, the verbal torment ran on for several seconds before Emiko gave up, grabbing the metal tray and crawling quickly to the door before shoving it through the slot and pushing it out of the room with force. The tray closed suddenly and the guard could be heard to be cursing under his breath, the mushed substance probably spilled and splashed out everywhere on the ground at their feet.
"Look at what you did, you brat! Fine!" the clanging of the door began as the handle was grabbed upon. It thudded in echo like a loud metal door slamming shut and reverberated through Emiko's mind. She crawled back to the corner of the room and curled up, tucking her head down to look away as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. Cowering for a moment, she heard the boot steps of three people enter and keys tingling at their waists. Their footsteps were heavy so they were probably men, stopping just in front of her in silence for a brief moment.
Then came a labored grunt, the first obviously raised his hand high over his head and the wooshing of air came down in contact. Emiko would yell out, the baton would leave welts no doubt, but she cowered under every hit, her body shaking in pain against it with every motion, the others joining in after the first blow. It felt like eternity, it was only enough for her to feel it though, to be disciplined into respect. But it still felt like it lasted forever, but in reality it wasn't even a minute. What added more was the guards verbal harassment to it all, striking at her very core, punishing her mind as much as her body. But over each hit and the pain, she really hardly heard it, but she knew what they were saying. Her deafness was a self-inflicted attempt to block it out but she failed so miserably at it, seemed to always fail at it.
After it was all done, the door closed heavily and the guards disappeared, sound left the room outside her own. She sat there for a while after, another eternity passed as every mark throbbed in pain, she was whimpering around in that corner still, losing grip on her legs she just laid as a mess in the corner. There was some blood, it spilled in a few places and her clean skin had been tattered for so long but the new welts and bruises contrasted so well against her soft features and light colored skin and hair. The time passed on, the door had closed and the yelling of the guards and their torment faded from her mind and only the pain lingered behind.
Eventually the door clanged again, Emiko's body jumped in her sobs as she tried to control it, a man walked in with his doctor's uniform on. Pushing along a table too high for Emiko to see what was on it, but she had an idea. She had been in this place too long to not understand. Behind her were two guards with their batons put away, wheeling a table with them, the soft cushion torn and the restraints to the side obvious. Emiko's eyes would water up, she just wanted to be left alone right now, the doctor smirked as the pain grew further across her face, the despair in her eyes. He spoke in a sadistic voice that tormented her with every syllable that lingered from his mouth, "Now now dear. There's no reason to be upset, we're going to... help you." The inflection on that word would cause anyone's skin to crawl as a rather grueling and even more uncomfortable smile grew on his face.
Emiko turned, the panic grew in her as she crawled further back to the wall, digging into the corner but there was no where to go. Her eyes had begun to close, the doctor sighed as she began to speak out in little words, mumbled and chaotic like she was begging them no.
"Guards." he spoke up and they stepped forwards as the doctor pushed his metal tray table to the side and began to pull the restraint bed forward. The guards grabbed her by each arm and pulled her up, their grip was tight and they each seemed to find a new welt of hers, the pain of it. She struggled, swayed and kicked around, thrashing about against it while yelling more. They carried her in the air by her arms to the bed and threw her into it, holding her down against it and removing the comfort as they began to strap her down. The doctor approached her side and began to speak again, "Now, this won't last long so just relax and try to enjoy it, ok?" he chuckled as she felt a pinch against the tissue of her neck.
She looked down towards it as he pulled it out, a long syringe and her body relaxed against her will, her eyes began to fade as she began to slip from consciousness. Her screams started to fade, as the realization that she was drugged kicked in, she hadn't heard any sound in a while. All that was in her mind was wanting to crawl away and towards the wall. No, through it. To find Yoren on the other side, wondering where he was and hoping for that small bit of comfort. The entire time she was fading, the guards quickly finished tying her down and the doctor ranted on about the hallucinogenic nature of the drug she was on. Reassurance saved her nothing, the last thing she remembered before the brief moment of darkness was his muffled voice behind the surgeon's mask and a scalpel in his hand, the light shimmering off its tip for a brief moment. Then she was unconscious.
Her dream was not a dream, hallucinogenic did not describe it as she felt these thoughts weren't her own. It was no dream, there was no psychadelic nature to what she was experiencing. It was a pure and heartened nightmare, the things she saw of her past in clarity, visions of her future and descending through proverbial and self applied levels of hell. Every moment that passed in her mind was moments of torment for her, but in the end, it distracted her from the pain she felt on her body.
See, it wasn't sleep she was in, nor a coma. She was fully conscious as the doctor cut into her. Her screams filling the room, blood curdling and shocking in nature, and combined with her new visions, she couldn't stand it. It was exceeding her threshold, her mind tearing itself apart at the expense of her body. The truth that one pain can overshadow another and prevent a person from feeling it was true, at least here. As the mental scarring she was enduring built up far more than the physical scarring. And worst yet, she was conscious without control of her thought, she couldn't pass out from the pain, the level of sleep or coma blocked by the drug as she was passively there. No level deeper for her to escape to. This continued on for truly an eternity, the screams from both pains built into her voice.
Eventually, it ended... she found that darkness, only a god knowing how long she'd endured it but no god would have any respect for what they had done to her. It was a lifetime in pain and another lifetime in just mental pain. Emiko woke up fully sweating, her body racked and shaking visibly, the pain wouldn't stop. Her beating from the guards was nothing but she was on her bed again, head rested against her pillow and looking up. She rotated and tried to stand but felt the pain in her side spike up rapidly, she fell to the ground immediately and looked to the wall as her fingertips brushed across her stomach.
Her eyes came to meet the crack in the wall and the hole at the bottom, she couldn't see through it at all, just dark as it was too thick and the rubble blocked it. Her fingers found a new scar, her head fell down to look at a scar that ran several inches across her stomach just in front of her kidney. The stitches were new and there was some blood. Pain radiated from it and tears welled up in her eyes as she wondered what they did to her. She didn't feel like anything was missing or added, maybe they just inspected something? It took forever, but she wanted to cry out at them and ask what they'd done. She knew it was futile as she'd taken that path so many times before and gained nothing from it. Eventually, her cuts would seal up and the bruises would fade and the medicine they would force down her throat would keep the scars from lasting more than a short time.
Still, Emiko never got past the despair, even if there were no lingering physical marks, she felt like each one remained forever and there was nothing she could do. Seeing each one on her body no matter how hard she tried to look away from it. Her eyes glanced back to the hole, her body still shaking and her tears and sobs filling the room, she spoke up, hoping to get back a response, anything at all to let her know she wasn't actually alone for the moment. "It won't go away. The pain, it hurts..." her words were broken, quiet, and wracked by her sobs as she laid there, wondering if he would hear her mumbled cry out.
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The walls were cracked and warped, seeming miscolored over time from water damage and the likes that ruined the cement walling itself. Drywall too soft and not entrapping enough for their subjects, and the ceiling was in as bad a position with cracks that ran across its surface like it would collapse at any time. A few bad attempts at re-cementing the various surfaces only further gave it an ugly appearance. A single lamp at the top of the room shone in the artificial light and gave a headache from being exposed to it for even a short time. Even worse, there was no switch for Emiko to control it, it was on when it was on and only off at night for a short time to allow them just a few hours of decent sleep.
Emiko's bed was made of a singular steel frame that gave the twin bed the feel of a prison, no mirror in the room as broken glass was too easy to weaponize and the only other thing was a pile of clothes to change from, the patients uniform in duplicate. Another thicker blanket to change with the thinner blanket if it got too cold was also folded in the corner, still as ragged as Emiko could imagine. The only real luxury she was afforded besides a rare change up in meals on seemingly random days. There was nothing else, no clock to tell time, nothing to read or keep her busy with but there was one thing though. A crack on the floor that opened up on the back wall of her cell, leading to another cell behind her. That's where Yoren's voice was, whoever he was that existed on the other side of the wall so often, it had been quiet for a while.
The guards had brought a plate of food to Emiko not too long ago, she couldn't tell how long ago, but the mush that was like... applesauce? But with more meat taste, it had gotten cold. She had finished off the roll and dug into the vegetables but she lay there and couldn't find the appetite for the rest of it. Things had been quiet as her head laid against the cold hard ground for a moment, her mind wandering about nothing, not even the memories of her past childhood and the places she had known before.
The steel door that served as the only decoration of her room had a few taps against it. Loud and echoing, the guard probably banging using the stick they would occasionally hit her with to knock before pressing against the small metal slit that was like a letter box before yelling out. "Time's up. Put the plate back through so the doctor can come in."
Emiko blinked, her heart raced as she glanced at it, her palms had instantly become sweaty and her breathing labored. "But I'm not done yet?" her words were short and she became to crawl upwards.
"It doesn't f*cking matter. Hurry up. We have other things to do than stand her all day waiting on you!" the guard shouted, his voice echoed and distorted, his face not visible from the small window of bars high on the door.
"But I'm.."
"If we have to come in there, I swear to all that is!" his rant continued on with colorful language of the force they'd have to use against her. No choice as she was a dangerous inmate, the verbal torment ran on for several seconds before Emiko gave up, grabbing the metal tray and crawling quickly to the door before shoving it through the slot and pushing it out of the room with force. The tray closed suddenly and the guard could be heard to be cursing under his breath, the mushed substance probably spilled and splashed out everywhere on the ground at their feet.
"Look at what you did, you brat! Fine!" the clanging of the door began as the handle was grabbed upon. It thudded in echo like a loud metal door slamming shut and reverberated through Emiko's mind. She crawled back to the corner of the room and curled up, tucking her head down to look away as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. Cowering for a moment, she heard the boot steps of three people enter and keys tingling at their waists. Their footsteps were heavy so they were probably men, stopping just in front of her in silence for a brief moment.
Then came a labored grunt, the first obviously raised his hand high over his head and the wooshing of air came down in contact. Emiko would yell out, the baton would leave welts no doubt, but she cowered under every hit, her body shaking in pain against it with every motion, the others joining in after the first blow. It felt like eternity, it was only enough for her to feel it though, to be disciplined into respect. But it still felt like it lasted forever, but in reality it wasn't even a minute. What added more was the guards verbal harassment to it all, striking at her very core, punishing her mind as much as her body. But over each hit and the pain, she really hardly heard it, but she knew what they were saying. Her deafness was a self-inflicted attempt to block it out but she failed so miserably at it, seemed to always fail at it.
After it was all done, the door closed heavily and the guards disappeared, sound left the room outside her own. She sat there for a while after, another eternity passed as every mark throbbed in pain, she was whimpering around in that corner still, losing grip on her legs she just laid as a mess in the corner. There was some blood, it spilled in a few places and her clean skin had been tattered for so long but the new welts and bruises contrasted so well against her soft features and light colored skin and hair. The time passed on, the door had closed and the yelling of the guards and their torment faded from her mind and only the pain lingered behind.
Eventually the door clanged again, Emiko's body jumped in her sobs as she tried to control it, a man walked in with his doctor's uniform on. Pushing along a table too high for Emiko to see what was on it, but she had an idea. She had been in this place too long to not understand. Behind her were two guards with their batons put away, wheeling a table with them, the soft cushion torn and the restraints to the side obvious. Emiko's eyes would water up, she just wanted to be left alone right now, the doctor smirked as the pain grew further across her face, the despair in her eyes. He spoke in a sadistic voice that tormented her with every syllable that lingered from his mouth, "Now now dear. There's no reason to be upset, we're going to... help you." The inflection on that word would cause anyone's skin to crawl as a rather grueling and even more uncomfortable smile grew on his face.
Emiko turned, the panic grew in her as she crawled further back to the wall, digging into the corner but there was no where to go. Her eyes had begun to close, the doctor sighed as she began to speak out in little words, mumbled and chaotic like she was begging them no.
"Guards." he spoke up and they stepped forwards as the doctor pushed his metal tray table to the side and began to pull the restraint bed forward. The guards grabbed her by each arm and pulled her up, their grip was tight and they each seemed to find a new welt of hers, the pain of it. She struggled, swayed and kicked around, thrashing about against it while yelling more. They carried her in the air by her arms to the bed and threw her into it, holding her down against it and removing the comfort as they began to strap her down. The doctor approached her side and began to speak again, "Now, this won't last long so just relax and try to enjoy it, ok?" he chuckled as she felt a pinch against the tissue of her neck.
She looked down towards it as he pulled it out, a long syringe and her body relaxed against her will, her eyes began to fade as she began to slip from consciousness. Her screams started to fade, as the realization that she was drugged kicked in, she hadn't heard any sound in a while. All that was in her mind was wanting to crawl away and towards the wall. No, through it. To find Yoren on the other side, wondering where he was and hoping for that small bit of comfort. The entire time she was fading, the guards quickly finished tying her down and the doctor ranted on about the hallucinogenic nature of the drug she was on. Reassurance saved her nothing, the last thing she remembered before the brief moment of darkness was his muffled voice behind the surgeon's mask and a scalpel in his hand, the light shimmering off its tip for a brief moment. Then she was unconscious.
Her dream was not a dream, hallucinogenic did not describe it as she felt these thoughts weren't her own. It was no dream, there was no psychadelic nature to what she was experiencing. It was a pure and heartened nightmare, the things she saw of her past in clarity, visions of her future and descending through proverbial and self applied levels of hell. Every moment that passed in her mind was moments of torment for her, but in the end, it distracted her from the pain she felt on her body.
See, it wasn't sleep she was in, nor a coma. She was fully conscious as the doctor cut into her. Her screams filling the room, blood curdling and shocking in nature, and combined with her new visions, she couldn't stand it. It was exceeding her threshold, her mind tearing itself apart at the expense of her body. The truth that one pain can overshadow another and prevent a person from feeling it was true, at least here. As the mental scarring she was enduring built up far more than the physical scarring. And worst yet, she was conscious without control of her thought, she couldn't pass out from the pain, the level of sleep or coma blocked by the drug as she was passively there. No level deeper for her to escape to. This continued on for truly an eternity, the screams from both pains built into her voice.
Eventually, it ended... she found that darkness, only a god knowing how long she'd endured it but no god would have any respect for what they had done to her. It was a lifetime in pain and another lifetime in just mental pain. Emiko woke up fully sweating, her body racked and shaking visibly, the pain wouldn't stop. Her beating from the guards was nothing but she was on her bed again, head rested against her pillow and looking up. She rotated and tried to stand but felt the pain in her side spike up rapidly, she fell to the ground immediately and looked to the wall as her fingertips brushed across her stomach.
Her eyes came to meet the crack in the wall and the hole at the bottom, she couldn't see through it at all, just dark as it was too thick and the rubble blocked it. Her fingers found a new scar, her head fell down to look at a scar that ran several inches across her stomach just in front of her kidney. The stitches were new and there was some blood. Pain radiated from it and tears welled up in her eyes as she wondered what they did to her. She didn't feel like anything was missing or added, maybe they just inspected something? It took forever, but she wanted to cry out at them and ask what they'd done. She knew it was futile as she'd taken that path so many times before and gained nothing from it. Eventually, her cuts would seal up and the bruises would fade and the medicine they would force down her throat would keep the scars from lasting more than a short time.
Still, Emiko never got past the despair, even if there were no lingering physical marks, she felt like each one remained forever and there was nothing she could do. Seeing each one on her body no matter how hard she tried to look away from it. Her eyes glanced back to the hole, her body still shaking and her tears and sobs filling the room, she spoke up, hoping to get back a response, anything at all to let her know she wasn't actually alone for the moment. "It won't go away. The pain, it hurts..." her words were broken, quiet, and wracked by her sobs as she laid there, wondering if he would hear her mumbled cry out.
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