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As Zilla woke she groaned softly her body aching, even after two weeks here not used to the sedation's. Unsure of where she was as she look around realizing it was her cell, guessing from her confusion and the fact she couldn't remember the last evening that they tried to lower the pulse of the current in her room again. This a routine that had been carried out every 3-4 days since she had arrived, as far as she knew it was done just to see if my other form has stabled out in the slightest. Each time it had been done leaving her with no memory of what had happened, what she had done or just how badly she had lost control.

Sitting up she hugged her knees to her chest gently, the fear of losing herself to her darker side having been dragged to the surface again. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it the fear still gnawing at her mind every day, from when she awoke to when she went back to sleep again. She listened in silence as the others wake, unsure what to think when a new voice echoed down the corridor. Hearing a reply echo back shortly after she sighed softly glad that she don't have to bring herself to reply to the voice, preferring to stay secluded in her cell.

After shifting slightly on the cot so that she was more comfortable she quietly mutter to herself, calming soothing words to help ease the fears away. Letting her hair fall over her face in gentle waves, ignoring the soft pangs of hunger she often woke with. She lent back against the wall slightly, letting the soft pulsing current wash through her body, giving her the confidence that her dark side couldn't take over as long as the current was there.