**Reflections of Pain**

The fluorescent light above the mirror flickered to life, casting an eerie glow over the sterile room. Lady's eyes slowly adjusted to the brightness, and she was met with a sight that made her heart sink. In front of the mirror stood a reflection of herself, dressed in a white nurse's outfit that was more suggestive than practical. The outfit was a stark contrast to the usual attire she wore, and it seemed to be a deliberate attempt to make her feel vulnerable. The nurse's outfit was a typical fantasy get-up, often found in private homes, where wives might don it to tease their husbands. But on Lady, it seemed to take on a different connotation. The outfit was a deliberate design, meant to make her feel objectified and exposed. Dr. Zhang's voice broke the silence, his tone calm and detached. "This is the final test, Lady. I need to know that you can handle what we have planned." He gestured to the mirror, where Lady's reflection stared back at her, the nurse's outfit a jarring juxtaposition to her usual attire. As Lady looked at her reflection, she noticed something else. The nurse's outfit was stained with blood, and it seemed to be a deliberate display. Dr. Zhang's eyes followed hers, and he nodded. "This outfit was donated by another woman, just like you. She was... enthusiastic about our work, but ultimately, she couldn't handle the demands we placed on her." Lady's gaze was drawn to the mirror, where her reflection seemed to be beckoning her closer. She felt a shiver run down her spine as Dr. Zhang picked up a scalpel, his hand moving with a precision that made her skin crawl. "Watch, Lady," Dr. Zhang said, his voice low and hypnotic. "Watch as I slice through your neck, and study your own reflection. This is what it means to be a part of our world." The scalpel glinted in the light as Dr. Zhang raised it to Lady's neck. She felt a surge of fear, but her eyes were fixed on her reflection, watching in horror as Dr. Zhang made a vertical slice through her neck. The pain was immediate, and Lady's eyes widened as she felt her body begin to bleed. But it was her reflection that held her gaze. She watched, transfixed, as her own image seemed to bleed, the stained nurse's outfit a grotesque mockery of her own mortality. The sound of her own heartbeat was loud in her ears, and she felt herself becoming lightheaded. Dr. Zhang's voice was a distant hum, his words indistinguishable from the pounding of her own heart. Lady's vision began to blur, and she felt herself swaying, her knees weakening beneath her. But still, she watched, her eyes fixed on her reflection, as the blood flowed, and the pain consumed her.