Although she remembered being shoved in one of these things, whatever happened afterwards felt like a blur to her. The cultists at the other side of the room that were manning the control panels were seemingly talking about something: "Is the drug being administered correctly?" The other cultist nodded his head firmly. "It's because she is an elf sir, it seems she has a natural resistance against things like this."
The man glared at the console in front of him, pacing back and forth through the room. "Increase the dosage." The cultist turned toward his superior. "Are you sure sir? It increases the chance she will transform into a ghoul already."
The man sighed audibly. "That is what the limiters are for: Increase the dose."
The man nodded his head firmly in return, watching as the moment he manipulated the device in front of him the tubes started to redirect the fluids into the capsule containing the elf.
Even now he could hear her cries and screams, making the man silently ponder if he would be condemned into hell for doing something like this. Not that he would ever let anyone hear him question the cause of their group. No, far from it.
It was at least several hours later that Lily found herself back in the cell, curled up in a small ball as she wept softly. "It hurts, right?" The female prisoner from before called out to her. "But you can't show them that, you can't show them your tears and suffering. Don't give them that.
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