Faith
Faith weakly opened her eyes and suddenly wished she hadn't. The lights were so bright, shining in her eyes, and she couldn't tell where she was, and she couldn't move. Her eyes were starting to sting from the light, and they were watering like crazy.
And she still had no idea of where she was or what they wanted.
"Ah, I see you're awake."
Faith turned her head, and instantly regretted it. She felt like it was going to explode. What had they done to her?
"Where..."
"Ah, no, you're not going to be doing the talking."
A new voice.
"Where the hell am I?" Faith demanded, her throat raspy and dry.
Oh Godddd... pain beyond pain as she was slapped in the face.
"I see I'll have to set some ground rules... you will not speak unless you are spoken to, and you will be polite."
"I'll do jack shit," Faith replied stubbornly.
"Perhaps you have not recognised the severity of your situation. Listen to me... you are miles from your comfort zone, and very heavily sedated, also, very securely tied down. I do not think you will be the one who decides what you do."
"And now you listen to me... f*ck... you..."
Faith almost winced as she was hit again. But she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of letting them break her. She'd survived torture with Angelus, she had no fear of being trapped here.
"You may be wondering what we want you for..."
"You wanna know how my hair stays so shiney?" Faith asked sarcastically, taking another blow to the head.
"We need to find some things out... and take some samples. You see, we're creating a new breed of Slayer."
"Hate to break it to you, but there's really only one breed of Slayer..."
"Maybe before... but after you've helped us out, there won't be."
"Isn't that sorta a good thing? You know, creating something to help fight evil?"
"We never said that we were creating it to fight evil."
"How very unoriginal of you. Didn't they teach originality of plots in evil villian school?" Faith asked, smirking slightly.
"Silence!"
"Ha, like that's going to work... telling me to shut up, I'm sure I'll just do that for you, yeah..." Faith struggled slightly, feeling a little of her strength come back.
"SLAYER!"
"Hey, wankbot, I have a name. It's Faith."
"I suggest you tread very carefully - "
"Can't tread, lying down, but if you just help me to my feet, I'll gladly tread carefully, then kick your ass."
"You have no idea with who you're dealing with."
"Hmm, needles, bright lights, creation of a new species, hospital beds, guys in white coats... I'm going with my first hunch... you guys are scientists."
"Not just any - "
"Oh, evil ones? Ha, I knew science was evil, and I very emphatically told my teachers that before I left school - "
"FAITH!"
"Least you got my name right."
A jab of a needle and Faith was out again.