Pain. Agony. It was all he had come to know for the last few days - it was almost enough to make him forget himself. Almost. He looked up to the bright white light above his head, his body convulsing and every muscle in his body contracting at once. All he wanted was to die.
"Wake up, boy." The commanding voice of that damnable woman pierced through the fog of his muddled thoughts, and when he turned to look at her, her sharp features were out of focus. Soon enough she came to light, "Good. Continue the experiment, doctor..." As quickly as she had given the command, pain racked his body, coursing through him as sure as blood - and so he remained there, wishing he could just die.