Healing stage

They lift Celia up like she's a sack of meat, her skin peeling off into the Handler's gloved hands. She cries out, and bares her canines, but they have her muzzled, the manacles dragging her out of the tub.

Using a chain that connects her manacles to is, she's tossed on a metal table. It's agony to lay down, the texture of the blanket rubbing her slow healed body. A doctor walks in, holding a needle that glistens in the distance, and Celia's eyes widen in horror.

It is the biggest fucking needle she had ever seen.

If she fights, it will hurt. If she doesn't move, she will get a giant shot inserted in her arm. She cries, the salt in her tears hurting her face.

The doctor shows no emotion as she plunges the needle into Celia's arm, a sudden cold feeling spreading throughout Celia's entire body. Numbness creeps along, and an exhaustion overcomes her. She closes her eyes, and sleeps.

"What have you done?"

A voice says, making her eyes open. She's not sure if she's awake or asleep, b