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 Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:11 am
I wish I could tell you for sure. Riley murmured thoughtfully. I don't see how far they go in terms of searching, when a visitor comes. You would have to ask Malodore or Deacon if they-
She stopped, and looked down at Christof critically. It was clear he was trying to subtly express his desire to do.. something the bogeys wouldn't approve of. Her eyes brightened just slightly at the chance.
They can't hear us. She reminded him. Is there something you want to tell me?
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:16 am
There is a rather sharp nail file wired to one of my ribs. I believe it is poking my lung at the moment and not terribly comfortable. His expression remained neutral.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:23 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:24 am
Christof gave a polite, if muffled, cough.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:39 am
Christof. She began, but found herself at a loss for words. Which was a rarity, to say the least. She just looked at him, and then his stomach, and then him again.
Did you.. are you telling me that you attached a nail file to your internal bone structure, putting yourself at risk of being hurt, or worse, being caught.. and you did this.. for me?
She was touched. And it worried her.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:43 am
Yes, Mistress. But I do not think it is wise to remove it until I am on my way out. Don't worry, I installed a few snaps on those flesh patches so removal will be subtle.
His eyes bore into her expression, trying to read it. It was difficult when she was missing half of her facial features. Still, he knew those twitches of muscle and shifting of skin well.
If it works I can probably smuggle other things in as well, although hidden amongst a mass of books would probably be less er... pokey.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:51 am
Riley dropped her head back and let out a long, delicious peal of laughter. Oh, my goodness. She cried out through her laughs, feeling that sense of relief filter through her. She hadn't laughed like that in.. she didn't remember ever laughing like that. Christof, you are a treasure. And you say retrieval will be subtle? I am most curious to see it. Her eyes slit thin, and her chuckle deepend to something darker. I'd almost love to simply file the bars and walk out of the cell, just to punch Vek right in the face. Even if it meant further capture, it almost seems worth it.
She didn't have much faith that escaping the cell would lead to her freedom.. but the nail file was a nice start.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:55 am
He was surprised by the laughter, but after stiffening a moment, he relaxed again, twisting all three hands in his lap nervously as he waited for her cackles to subside.
I am more than happy to do my best to make sure you are... taken care of, Mistress. But I do worry about further trouble. Not for myself, I am just an Igor they will assume you or someone commanded me to bring you these things. But you should not be locked up, Mistress. It is perfectly possible to study your recovery in much more suiting conditions.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 3:01 am
You are right, of course. Riley's voice slithered with a thread of hate. There is no reason to 'study' me here. If all they planned to do was 'study' me, they would have left me at Amityville where I belong. She hissed quietly, and backed into the wall, curling inward as she brooded.
I'm not sure you, or anyone, has realized, Christof. But the bogey's intentions here are not necessarily pure of heart. They're not here to save us, but if saving us is a necessary by-product of their plans.. She shrugged, and her slit eyes glared at the bars.
No, I don't see my freedom coming at the hands of the bogeys.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 3:03 am
That made Christof's eyes narrow as he scooted closer to her on the bed, a hand timidly moving to touch her leg. What do they do here? To you? Do you require constant treatments? What do you mean?
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 3:07 am
I think the word most commonly offered in situations like this would likely be torture, Christof.
She made no move to take his hand away.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:34 pm
Torture? Christof's grip on Riley's leg tightened as he leaned in closer, his lopsided face contorted with concern, To what end? Information? Fear production? It was illogical for her OWN fear to have any effect on building up outside Fear like a living creature building up blood- he couldn't understand it. Punishment? What had she done to warrant it?
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 11:20 pm
Outside the door Prinny's delighted, hyperactive voice could be heard, "Yeah they just gave me this awesome jacking cake! I just ate half of it, but I'm saving the rest for after work! I'm gonna shrink down and roll around in it naked for awhile. It'll be the best thing ever! I might even take pictures for the succu-b***h and her pet project, maybe it'll loosen some of the sand from their vag..." It soon faded into the distance as the petite Boogeyman bounced past the cell.
Torture could take many forms.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 11:57 pm
Riley shook her head at all of his guesses. Experimentation. They test how much I can take. I know it is not physically viewable, at the moment - but I am very weak, Christof. And they test my limits, in order to see how far they can take me before I break. Before the Insanity takes hold again. Their entire goal is to test Insanity.
Her eyes slit as she heard Prinny coming by.
They could care less about me.
That b***h stole Riley's cake. Prinny must be the first to die.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 12:01 am
But... you are gettign stronger, yes? I see the Insanity has still left marks on you. What about.... your wound? When you are strong enough surely they will let you go? Or else you could take your leave? He hedged, shifting a bit in excitement at the image of her leaving through force.
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