His eye...the remaining one, opened he tried to open the other, but to his horror, or what remained of it, it was no longer there, yet saw..things, in a differnt color. he tried to scream, his toothless, tongueless mouth only able to make a harsh gurgle.

The creature nearest to him drew near, he wished in his heart it wouldn't have. The mindflayer wore a simple, very dark red smock though he knew it had been white when they first brought him here. A silver mirror rested on a band around its pulpy head, it would often bring it to reflect on whatever it was working on to give it a differnt vantagepoint.

He tried to recall how it had happened. The Ilharess had ordered the settlements checked...he and his unit had decended into the depths, to check for further numbers other then the realitivly weak outpost he knew of.

A mistake he unfortunetly seemed to be living to regret.

Things had gone black. He woke strapped to a sort of floating steel ex. It was cold, and he was naked, though this was the least of the worries. His every body part was shackled firmly at each joint, one around his head, then another holding his mouth open and another holding down his neck. The drow felt as if he would vomit, but couldn't, his single eye roving down to look at the mess that was once his abdomen he'd taken pride in sculpting.

The muscle and fat had been removed around his visceral section, and he could see why the vomit was uncoming. A circular hole held open with a steel ring had been placed in his stomache, as he watched the 'doctor' poured a vile bluish liquid into him, the pain was without words, but something prevented him from passing out. The Mindflayer carefully wrote whatever happened on a clipboard, dipping it absently into the rivulets of blood that ran along the channels of the platform and to the drain underneath for more ink.

It was..green. the light was lower then he was usedto, casting an alien light on the strange apperatus and hsapes around him, further adding to the unfortunates male personal Hell. He tried to speak..to do anything. He even tried a frantic prayer to lolth, all to no avail.

The doctor moved around behind him. There was a complicated sawing noise. And a clatter to his left when it stopped, as he watched the scalp, skin, and neat square of bone that had once been part of his canium dropped onto a tray with other pieces of him he suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy at for being seperated from this nightmarish table.

The voice spoke in his head. Emotionless, alien.

[You will be pleased to know the centers for pleasure and pain are only seperated by the thinnist layer of cortex. This will save time in our research. Try to relax, and don't bother trying to answer our questions, I'd perfer if you resisted because I frankly just don't get any time to opperate on higher beings. Think pleasent thoughts, Tornilth.]

He screwed his eye shut, at the momment he'd have rather been left to his kinfolk to pay for his failure then this.