Elara lay naked and shackled on the cold stone floor of your study, her body bruised and battered from countless experiments. The air hung heavy with the scent of chemicals and incense, adding to the oppressive atmosphere of the room.
Despite her physical discomfort, however, Elara's mind was consumed by a deeper pain - the agony of knowing that she was completely at the mercy of you. Each passing day brought fresh horrors and indignities, as you probed and prodded her flesh, seeking to unlock its secrets.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she thought of all she had lost: her home, her family, her very sense of self. She was little more than a lab rat now, existing solely to serve the twisted ambitions of her captor.
And yet, despite everything, a small spark of defiance still flickered inside her. She refused to give in entirely, refusing to let the Alchemist break her spirit completely. For as long as she drew breath, there remained a chance of escape, a chance to reclaim her life and dignity.