The straps were already tight around Seraphina's wrists and ankles when the first jolt of electricity hit her.
The moment it came, the metal of the chair carried the spark to the metal of the leather buckles, and the buckles pulled until they cut into skin. The smell of over cooked meat began to permeate the air of the small lab.
There was a faint squeal of the heart monitor jumping half a beat before it even began, but once it had started, there was nothing but silence.
Seraphina's head barely moved when the current snapped through her body. She didn't scream, she didn't flight, and she didn't flinch. Her fingers twitched once against the restraints before going still again.
On the other side of the glass, Dr. Davis didn't look at her. Not at first.
Instead, his eyes never moved away from the monitor in front of him.
