A feeling of complete calm came over Selene: her permanently tense muscles relaxed, her over-active mind was silenced. She could feel her breathing and heart-rate slow. Her ever burning anger, seemed to be extinguished. This feeling of calm was...nice. She couldn't remember the last time she had thought the word 'nice', let alone, said it.
Thought. She realised her thoughts were becoming more muddled, more...distant. So were her feelings. Something was off. Selene forced herself to focus, to make her mind find a clear thought. She pushed her mind to see through the fog. She knew she should feel panicked, or at least anxious. But she didn't. Come to think of it, she didn't feel much of anything. That's when she realised: she wasn't calm, she was numb. Mentally and physically numb.
This was not good. The last time they put her through this; the last time they numbed her; the last time they stopped her free will, she woke surrounded by bodies and was moments away from killing Dov, her hands encircling his throat. Selene had sprang back, off Dov and backed into the opposite wall.
She looked at her unconscious friend, scared of what she had done, of what she was becoming. She hated it, hated that they were turning her into something she feared.
Now it was happening again and Selene knew the carnage she could, and likely would, be made to cause.
Now it was happening again and Selene knew the carnage she could, and likely would, be made to cause.
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