Who: Tilly & Jack What: A terrible horrible no good very bad day. When: 02 June Where: Werewolf Lab/Holdings Status | Rating: Complete | High, mentions of torture
If it wasn't for the fact that she was getting angrier, confused, and more adjudicated as the days went on, Tilly wouldn't have been able to figure out how long they'd been in here. That and there had been some off hand comment she probably wasn't supposed to hear about plans being made for the upcoming moon. She still wasn't entirely sure that she could trust that bit of information, as it seemed everything here was meant to fuck with them in some way. It was all torture, mental, physical, emotional so a single day going by with just having to adjust to the new presence in the back of her head seemed like a kind of victory in itself. But something had happened today which sent the demon lady into a frenzy. Maybe it was because it had been a few days since it had been her turn, but everything that had been done to Tilly had just been...more. She tried to tell herself that it was just her mind trying to protect her sanity, by blocking out some of the worst of it. But as she laid strapped to the table today, everything that had been happening since she was brought in came flooding back. Before this Tilly had liked to think that she was a tough lady, but what had happened had put an entirely new spin on the matter.
It was an odd duality that left her feeling even more drained. Her body screamed, while she sobbed in pain while in the back of her head the rage and anger came out. Threats she normally wouldn't ever make before this came flooding out of her mouth. And not just softly, loudly. Apparently, that wasn't so uncommon, and the frequency that it'd be assume that 'she'd learn'. Honestly, Tilly couldn't tell you who had said that to her, be it the freak preforming the experiments or one of the other inmates who had been there longer. She honestly couldn't say, everything blurring into a hazy mess in her head. The fact that there really was no night, no day, no way to really break up the time here beyond just the in-between, and when the spotlight was on. She'd done her best to take her share, she couldn't let Jack take everything, she had to help, and they had to work on a system. Something so they could both make it out of this alive. Some days that was easier to believe than others, but there was a small bit of underlying hope...at least somewhere inside of her.
Tilly landed back where she was being kept with a thunk and an oof laying still before she heard the lock shut and the footsteps go in the other direction. She dragged herself over a little bit so she could reach out with her long fingers and gently tap the small bit of Jack she could reach from where she was. "Miss me?" she croaked looking up slightly, new marks on her along with her left eye swollen shut. The voice inside her head was screaming for justice and for a pound of flesh in realization, but focusing on Jack seemed to calm it. Family. was the feeling she got from it...no, not family Pack. "Hey, Jack. Look at me." she said a moment later suddenly panicking that maybe he was even more not okay than they usually were, despite the fact that it had only been a few seconds since she'd poked him gently.