[There wasn't a drop in her system of any sort of drug or anesthetic, so she remembered everything clearly. Being strapped to the table. Being gagged after spitting in the surgeon's eye and shouting things at her that would make a sailor blush.
And then they flayed her alive.
The pain was still unbearable. Her movements were labored, not least because she had an additional four hundred pounds of herself to haul around in the same small, lean frame, or that her new "skin" was about as flexible as a heavy alloy could be expected to be. Rather than try, she just sat in the corner, gazing at her reflection in her hands.
no subject
And then they flayed her alive.
The pain was still unbearable. Her movements were labored, not least because she had an additional four hundred pounds of herself to haul around in the same small, lean frame, or that her new "skin" was about as flexible as a heavy alloy could be expected to be. Rather than try, she just sat in the corner, gazing at her reflection in her hands.
This was wrong on so many levels.]