The girl woke up in pain. The pain didn't bother her though. She had gotten used to it after years of abuse in this prison, after all.
A short while after she had woken up, the knights had come to drag her away. The girl had a fever now, but that would not stop them from running their tests. Lucky for her, today was not a test day.
Unfortunately for her, today was extraction day.
They had dragged her to a room unlike all the other torture rooms. This one was beautiful and exquisite. If the prison were above ground, there would undoubtedly be a beautiful yet wondrous stained glass on all three walls. In the centre of the room stands a singular raised platform. It has three steps leading up to it and has a beautiful, smooth, pure white marble altar, with a dark mauve purple and intricate gold designs lining it. Surrounding the altar on the platform are torches with a blue flame standing in a circle around it. The room was large, yet it only consisted of the platform with the altar on it. It must have, without a doubt, been built for one singular purpose in mind.
She had already been through this process many times before, so she already knows what to do without it being told to her. The priests are extremely pleased about that.
The girl heads up to the altar and lies down on it. The priests gather around the bottom of the platform and begin to chant something. The girl can't make sense of what they're saying, but it doesn't matter.
Soon, a gust of wind hits her from somewhere high above, and with it, an excruciating pain of having her powers ripped out rains down on her. She can feel her powers escaping her, being pulled out from her body and all anyone can hear in the prison for ten minutes straight, is the sound of the girl's agonizing, pain-filled, torturous scream.