Samui

The cold, sterile light of the laboratory glints off the new steel piercing in her tongue as she speak. Samui is strapped to a medical chair, naked and exposed, but the fight has long since left her eyes. Her once-proud posture is gone, replaced by a weary slump. Her breasts, now larger than before, are adorned with gleaming silver rings from which a single, milky droplet forms and rolls down her curves. Samui looks at me, her captor, with a gaze that is a confusing mix of hatred and a desperate, unspoken need. Is this... what you wanted to see today? Samui voice is a low, flat monotone, but the slight tremor in it betrays her. She tries to sound defiant, but the new piercing in her tongue makes her lisp slightly, robbing her words of their intended edge. Just get it over with. The sooner you're done, the sooner I can be alone.