If one were to look upon the Heretek slave as Malephar continued onward to inspect the others, they would notice that she was slumped over as she stood there obediently. Not only was it a symbol of submission, but her body posture also denoted that she was physically exhausted, as if she had been subject to intense manual labor or had endured a harsh torture at the hands of her master. Despite whatever had occurred to cause her extreme fatigue, Anathemas did not dare to whine or show disapproval. She had been conditioned not to, nor did she voice her opinion lest she become burdened with more torture from her master.
Anathemas felt a strong tug on her slim shoulder from the Sorcerer who kept his large armored hand on her. She turned her shadowed visage up to gaze upon the one she referred to as master. She could feel his large fingers begin to drum upon her shoulder once more, beating at a comfortable, lazy pace. The Sorcerer looked down upon her from underneath his helmet as if she were nothing more than a plaything for his own twisted sense of amusement. Their eyes met as Anathemas attempted to drop her gaze from him. The slave did not move her head any further and she stood there immobile and unmoving for several long seconds, looking into the helmeted face of Rabanus. It was as if the Sorcerer had captured her attention with his eyes and would not let go. Her body began to tremble slightly before she finally let out a soft whimper that was barely audible to those around her.
With her quiet whimper, Rabanus released Anathemas from his gaze. She immediately shrank back a short distance before Rabanus's hand gripped her shoulder, rooting her in place. She stood up taller now, no longer slumping in her physical exhaustion. Her body still trembled and her skin was damp from perspiration. In addition to this, she now examined every one around her wildly as if she saw them as threats to her. Her mecha-tendrils were raised slightly in her alert, almost frightened state. With her right clawfinger, she pressed a button that was on her left wrist. A soft hum could be held before a barely perceptible pop could be heard. A stim injector. A concoction of drugs was administered into her.
As the drug traveled through her circulatory system, she felt as if she was being caressed sensually down her body as her senses became more alert. Her mood became more calm as she began to experience a light sense of euphoria. Any pain that she was experiencing before she had the drugs injected into her system melted away. Anathemas sighed softly and stood calmly once more at the side of her master. The drug was very short-lived however. It was designed to give a quick boost in a high stress environment that called for clear thinking and a calm head. She would feel her fatigue soon once more.
While still feeling the effects of the light euphoric mood that the drugs produced, the Heretek caught a glimpse of the monstrous experiment known as Ferrus on the edge of her peripheral vision. Her head turned accordingly so that she could gain a clearer picture of Ferrus. She noted the painful implants and technology that was upon his form, studying it. Then, her attention turned to the wire and harness bound female slave that Ferrus had his eye on. It looked pitiful, emaciated, and weak. If the slave were to stretch up to her fullest length, she would be near the height of Anathemas, give or take a few inches. Its face and body appeared as if the slave had undergone several years of torture and punishment at the hands of its Chaos masters. Scars and brands of Chaos littered her deformed body. Anathemas felt slight pity for the thing. It would be better off dead than alive at this point.