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Clover wasn't sure how much time had passed when her eyes next opened. She coughed weakly, dried blood still staining her chin. The kitten craned her neck, looking around the dimly lit space in order to assess her surroundings. She was strapped to a table, her wrists and ankles pinned down as though she were a frog in a middle school dissection lab. Her mana stone was broken, making Clover just a regular old cat again. There was something stuck in her arm, a blood transfusion to replace the lost platelets and plasma. The hole in her chest was packed with gauze and had a tube coming out of it, a rudimentary job done to heal the exterior by Victoire, but the inside had still been damaged, a main artery having been sliced open by the sword. Clover shivered, freezing her tail off on the table, her clothing gone. What plans did Manfred have? What was he going to do with her?
Something beeped, a burning sensation filling her arm. The kitten screamed, thrashing as the pain grew worse, making it feel as though she had been doused in fire. When it at last ended, she panted hard, the drainage tube filling with blood. Things went on this way for hours, a sudden burst of pain in her body, Clover clawing at the table until it stopped, left breathless and even weaker than before. Her stomach growled painfully, her throat was parched and her voice hoarse from screaming. "Is anyone here?" Clover called into the empty space, her tail waggling nervously. She swallowed hard, her voice echoing off of the walls. "Hello?" Nothing, it seemed that the kitten was alone in this strange space. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, her tail going limp from the pain.
When Clover next awoke, there was an orb floating over her, just a small light that danced before her. Was it distortion magic? A sign? Or perhaps just a delusion from the hunger? She could hardly lift her fingers, another needle in her other arm now, this one running clear fluids so that she didn't become dehydrated. "What is ball?" Clover asked, the ball dancing. "Name is Clover, what is yours?" The ball didn't answer, instead, it flew in a circle around the room, momentarily lighting up the walls. There were pictures on them, or perhaps Clover had imagined it? She blinked, feeling sleepy once more. "Does ball know why Manfred didn't kill Clover?" The kitten asked, knowing he could have very well ended her life. Instead, he had chosen take her back to his base, but for what reason, Clover didn't know. She had no magic, she couldn't even absorb and store mana anymore. Aside from her knowledge in alchemy and herbology, Clover had no uses.
Unless he planned to cut her up and use her body for parts? Clover shuddered at the thought. No doubt an anima had plenty of magical uses, like how they used to slaughter mages, believing that their blood could cure all sorts of ailments.