Unexpected Baggage

The light of morning came with vigour, becoming a glare that annoyed the freak out of Yuyui who squinted.

She lay sprawled on the bed with a heavy sensation of weakness crippling her usually vibrant and energetic self.

"Urghhh..." she moaned, feeling terrible through everything that made her up – flesh, bone and a gaping gullet.

"Good morning," Skullius' voice drilled into her ear, giving her a sharp jolt of adrenaline that allowed her to heave herself from the bed.

"I'm up!" the lime haired girl yelled with a groggy face, the fatigue she was experiencing being ungodly to say the least.

She would never forget the rough eight hours of being used as a test subject for Skullius' experiments. She had passed out after a while and now, her being sprawled on the bed had probably been Skullius' doing.

While that could be seen as a sweet gesture, Yuyui saw it as no more than Skullius treating her like a undying pet.