To most people, the ECT machine would be the ultimate punishment. Permanently altered, your old personality, your own thoughts, burned out of you. To become pliant and docile, something to be ignored. But not a freak like you, hm? You're practically dripping at the thought.

Salivating as the cold presence of the electrodes digging into your temples. Drooling around the rubber bite guard in your mouth. You practically deserve this, writhing with excitement like that. That pleasure, that pain, it's going to become part of you. Seared into you. Reborn.