Torture solutions INC
27-07-2006, 04:59
Private Nicholls stared intently at the wall of the small cage she was in. She seemed transfixed by the cold grey metal, glaring almost murderously at the inanimate object. "You were the one..." She hissed out, as if the words were poison. "You stole him from me!" She screamed accusingly, her voice shaking with rage. "Now... NOW... You're going to pay."
The petite blonde now wore a crazed, crooked grin. Her eyes had glazed over giving her a somewhat vacant look even with the aggression the was so clear from her body language. Without warning she lunged at the wall, punching it with such force her hand shattered from the impact. Yet she didn't hesatate for a moment before hammering another blow into the immovable object. Her body was running on pure adrenaline, she felt no pain or fatigue as she continued her merciless assault, before suddenly pulling back.
She froze stock still for several moments, breathing nor heart rate showing any signs of slowing down. She began to swat her body violently, her eyes impossibly wide as terror overtook her face. He swatting took on a new urgency and she shrieked at the top of her voice. "SPIDERS! SPIDERS! GET OFF OF ME! GET THE F*** OFF!" Her shrieks where slowly replaced by panicked sobs as she continued to combat the non-existent threat before suddenly she collapsed to the ground in a fit of convulsions. Her breathing became more and more labored until finally the all important message to breath in stopped coming through as her brain shut down.
A redheaded technician scratched terminated on her PDA, shaking her head as she went back down to the lab. It was still too unstable.
The petite blonde now wore a crazed, crooked grin. Her eyes had glazed over giving her a somewhat vacant look even with the aggression the was so clear from her body language. Without warning she lunged at the wall, punching it with such force her hand shattered from the impact. Yet she didn't hesatate for a moment before hammering another blow into the immovable object. Her body was running on pure adrenaline, she felt no pain or fatigue as she continued her merciless assault, before suddenly pulling back.
She froze stock still for several moments, breathing nor heart rate showing any signs of slowing down. She began to swat her body violently, her eyes impossibly wide as terror overtook her face. He swatting took on a new urgency and she shrieked at the top of her voice. "SPIDERS! SPIDERS! GET OFF OF ME! GET THE F*** OFF!" Her shrieks where slowly replaced by panicked sobs as she continued to combat the non-existent threat before suddenly she collapsed to the ground in a fit of convulsions. Her breathing became more and more labored until finally the all important message to breath in stopped coming through as her brain shut down.
A redheaded technician scratched terminated on her PDA, shaking her head as she went back down to the lab. It was still too unstable.