Take Off Your Skin and Dance With Me [Complete]

[dollsy_npcs]

Characters: Saya, phantasms
Setting: Hi~mi~tsu
Time: Day 005
Summary: The phantasms experiment on Saya.
Warnings: violence, torture

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[cannibaloli]

There had been surprisingly little struggle on Saya's part when it came to the matter of being moved after she came to understand that she was not in charge of this situation anymore than she had been in the hospital. She registered the setting they had brought her to, of course, taking in as much as she could before she was forced onto the table, looking for someone who simply was not coming. Being forced onto her stomach, now...that warranted more of an attempt at struggling on her part, a small noise of protest escaping her. She couldn't have known exactly what they were planning, but her father had instilled enough paranoia in her about what was hidden there, about people even potentially paying attention that area, to trigger such a reaction.

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Once Saya began to struggle, the phantasms clamped down hard on her limbs and shoved her more forcefully at the table, two handling the struggling girl and two moving to manipulate the straps, of which there were many--only one for her back, around her waist, but one on her neck, across her head, and crossing her knees and ankles as well. They didn't want her moving.

Then they simply cut her clothing off of her.

[cannibaloli]

The phantasms force had been hard and harder to ignore, there was nothing Saya could do when it came to the matter of being strapped down except grow more distressed. She could feel the straps preventing her from moving much, if at all. She froze momentarily as she started to feel them cutting off her clothes...what dad had...but she could barely move to resist. She wasn't sure what dad would have wanted her to do anymore. He'd always told her not to struggle when procedures were being done, but he'd also advised against anyone seeing her leaves.

But she was certain that they would become readily visible as her clothing was cut off, although they were still tucked away into her unnaturally curled back.

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There was a pause, and a shuffling noise, as the phantasms began their work. For now, at least, it seemed to be simple exploration. The leaves were pulled at, the curled flesh moved as best as it could be, the way the various flora connected to the rest of her body studied. They had never seen anything like her, apparently.

One of them snipped off a small sample from her leaves. At the same time, another injected her with the numbing medication. She would be awake, and would be able to feel to some degree what was happening to her, but she would not feel pain.

They began to cut into her back.

[cannibaloli]

Saya let out a surprised yelp as her leaves were pulled at and they inevitably started to spread out more. She didn't like the way her flesh was being moved, either, but at best she would whimper and hope for the best. Being foreign to other creatures was not new to her, nor was being examined in this manner, but she certainly didn't like it. She liked the table being the only thing she could watch even as they injected her with something even less.

She gasped as they started cutting her back and she fell deathly still. For as much as she wanted to try and move more, she forced herself to refrain from trying, knowing better than anyone how things could go awry without her trying to cause problems. It didn't hurt - was that what injection had been for? - but she was still able to make out what they were doing. Another whimper escaped her. Fuminori...where was he? Shouldn't he be here? Wasn't he supposed to prevent these things from happening now that dad was gone...?

[dollsy_npcs]

They slowly worked their way through muscles and tendons, exposing her spine to the air. And thus they worked slowly, carefully, not wanting to disable her in any way--a small comfort, at least. They carefully released a buglike machine into her body, and it skittered inside, seeking the dark, warm shelter that Saya provided.

Now that that had been done, the phantoms began looking at her leaves from the inside, studying carefully each connection, testing and prodding occasionally as if she were naught but a particularly interesting toy.

It was only a moment later when they sewed her up again and began unstrapping her. Unfortunately, they only moved to flip her over.

[cannibaloli]

Saya remained perfectly still, in spite of knowing she couldn't move much anyway and desperately wanting to struggle against this new development. She kept her eyes closed tightly, a child hopelessly wanting to simply will the bad things away by that alone. Another displeased noise came about at the feeling of the bug moving inside of her. She...that...what the Hell? She didn't know what that was, but she wanted it out.

One hand twitched and she tried to use it to rip at where she felt the bug moving in an attempt to remove it. Unfortunately her present situation made it so moving was all but impossible, so tearing at it proved to be a little difficult and she was forced to resign again...at least for now. She tried not to squirm at the prodding, too, although that was a little less successful. She was more compliant as they moved to sew her up, puzzled by the unstrapping, but it seemed they were flipping her over. What now? Where was Fuminori when she needed him...?