Searing pain exploded through Blossom's wing. The needle, a brutal spear of chrome and steel, plunged deep beneath her scales, a violation more profound than any clamp. A gasp tore from her throat, raw and uncontrolled. Her body spasmed, fighting against the restraints that held her captive.
Cold liquid flooded her veins. It burned, an icy fire spreading from the injection site, crawling through her delicate circulatory system. Her vision blurred. Her head swam with a sudden, overwhelming dizziness.
She thrashed, wings straining against the heavy-duty clamps. Metal shrieked. A low growl rumbled in her chest, a sound she barely recognized. This wasn't just pain. It was an invasion. A deliberate, calculated attack on her very essence.
Her mind, usually a fortress of logic and calculation, threatened to crack. The humiliation from the previous observation screens resurfaced, twisting in her gut. They were dissecting her, breaking her down, piece by agonizing piece.