[It is Communion. It is too fresh still. She cannot fully suppress the turmoil, nor the trauma, of her memories. They leak out. The smell of that makeshift surgery suite in Kowloon, rotten with trash and the chemical stink of what she didn't know what Shimmer. The pull of the rope hobbles on her fetlocks, rubbing off her dun coat and then digging into her hide as she desperately struggled to free herself. The disgust that roiled in her guts when the demon straddled her and held up the sickly green eye in front of her face that he planned to put inside of her. The overwhelming humiliation of the bit that was forced between her teeth and fastened behind her head so that she could not finish biting off her tongue to choose death over letting that demon shame her. The pain that coursed through her entire nervous system as manipulated shadows twisted into her cut open socket to find the scarred and shriveled optic nerve, tugging, tugging--]
cw-y for some kidnapping/noncon surgery/eye stuff