The Research Halls

Lamina was dragged down here where she'd be locked into a small cell. The Goraians had plans for her; she was an able body who was off the records who could be used for a multitude of experiments. Zagarus handed her over to her new captives, who were free to conduct specific experiments that had been approved by him.

"Accidents happen, but try not to kill her. She is a good pet."

"Mmm!"
She purses her lips, trying not to eat what's being force fed to her. Lamina doesn't quite understand what she's eating, but the very fact it is forced on her makes her think it must be something bad--a toxin--and that perhaps they were trying to kill her.
"No!"
She kicks and fights, and tries to spit when able. With effort they'd get a lot of it down, but her refusal meant much of the mushroom might be wasted.

She had spat out what she could, being forced to choke some down. She harbored much of it in her mouth behind her lips to avoid swallowing, though it became difficult to do when she wasn't able to fight back another bout of tears, and she began to cry.. curling up on the floor just trying not to exist.

As the effects overtook her very rapidly, she reached out her arm, as though grasping for something, already very delusional from lack of sleep and intensive stress. "No.... no.... please...."
She begged her captors, as though this were something they could control and could be shut off at any moment. She didn't know what was happening, just that something was which threatened to redefine fourteen years of reality, and that it was happening in a bad place..Lamina began to feel a dread rekindled through the past few days' desensitization, as her life felt suddenly in danger again. Her heart began to pound.. and with her new-found fear of what was happening, she began to extend her limbs, getting to her feet and walking on her own. She looked at her hands once standing, and they seemed not to belong to her anymore. Just what was going on??

"Help.. please.. something is happening to me help me.."

Lamina's psyche would be increasingly stretched and pulled away from this world, into a universe of ineffable terror. The sheer, unrelenting waves of psychedelia and fear would likely cause her to break out into a sweat, before her perception and sense of self would become completely annihilated. She'd become lost in infinite thought-loops that made no sense, and feel a sensation of having lived and relived the same few seconds over and over and over again. To the victim, it'd seem like an eternity... like she'd been born and tortured in an infinite number of lives. At other times there would be beings, creatures too horrible to imagine speaking in dreadful languages beyond comprehension; and then there were the giant, freaky insectoid creatures that threatened to tear her to pieces and pick her apart with their various pincers and needles. Her rapid descent into a literal bad dream would be accompanied by waves of nausea...

The effects would last for about ten hours. Her little body would have a head start in metabolism, due to probably being hungry, and having absorbed much of the drug sublingually. Due to the astoundingly high dosage, a number of factors could potentially have made the experience last even longer.. but after most of a day she'd find herself drained, both of what spirit she had left and all her physical energy. The experience would have wreaked havoc on the body and mind to a level she may never before have thought possible, but she would survive the experience. The mushroom was not toxic in a ratio anywhere close to its effects on the mind.

The room was heavy with channeled power when Zagarus himself stepped back into the room. His own presence could be felt tangibly; Zagarus had a highly powerful magic signature. While Lamina was mostly unconscious, he began chanting something she would not be able to understand. His form glowed with a bright, bluish aura as the mages lent him their power... and then the slave crown glowed yellow, Lamina's body being encased in tiny sparkles for a few seconds before all began to die down.

Not only was the slave crown being fully activated, but Lamina had been imbued with abnormal levels of magical power; even a complete inexperience in casting could now be rectified with a little bit of...guided practice, as the slave crown began a complete and total intrusion of her thoughts and desires, essentially replacing who used to be Lamina with a temporary marionette to do Zagarus' bidding.

"Now then... she is tired. Let her rest. I will be back for her."