A familiar voice breaks through the pain and for a moment it stops; long enough for her to suck in a gasping breath that comes back out as a half-sob. She forces her eyes open; they'd been shut tight against the all-consuming pain, but the touch doesn't hurt and she needs to know who's come for her.

"... Cal?"

She frowns; this is wrong somehow. He hadn't been here. Isn't meant to be here, not yet.

"You can't--"

She tries to get the warning out, but as immediately as it had stopped the pain returns, and her words are cut off into a long agonized howl as her faceless, nameless captors decide a demonstration is worth more than her words.