Proof of Life

I scream as the pain of whatever they are injecting me with slices through my body. It feels like they’ve put razor blades into my blood stream and it’s killing me slowly.

“Note that patient number 34654 seems to be feeling pain with the injection. Time will tell if this compilation of drugs will incapacitate or kill it.”

It. I’m the “it”. Not her. Not Aeliana. Not the elf. It.

I’ve lost track of