The sounds of bones breaking was the worst really. She had done this often enough that she was used to most of the sounds. But for some reason she couldn’t quite get over the sound of bones breaking. Well, she could, spend enough time around the training grounds and one would hear bones breaking. This was a different sound, it was the sound of a person breaking their own bones. Not on purpose, of course the bones were broken by the random muscle spasms inherent in the process.
She had spent some time contemplating if the spasms were necessary or if they were something she could fix in the process. The architecture was something that had been shown to her, not something she could have made on her own, even now. So she was hesitant to modify it beyond even the most basic of things. The other thing was the pain. Was it real?
Sure the subjects were screaming, but in the morning they wouldn’t remember. There would be no mark on their bodies, not memory of what they had to endure. So was the pain real? Was it worth fixing the muscle spasms, if by the end it was like it never happened. It wasn’t like they would thank her, they wouldn’t even know.
She didn’t like the sound of bones breaking. She turned up the music trying to drown it out. It helped with the screams of the six girls, but she could still hear the bones breaking.