She doesn't remember being anything but BRITNEY. Maybe, once, she was Britney Jean, or maybe she was Pinky, or maybe she was something entirely different, but she doesn't remember that.

When they took her, they made sure of that.

She spends several hours every day simply looking at the blank white wall. It soothes her, calms her, makes the immunities and carcinogens and everything in her bloodstream stop roiling, just for a few minutes.

They hunger. Her entire body hungers.

Food,

sex,

love,

death,

her body wants things, and she cannot provide them.

She has the memory of Justin's come on her tongue. Her body is crying out for her to taste it again.