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SuperSrs
Planetoid
- Joined
- Aug 11, 2011
There was barely even a flicker of light within the darkened confines of the torture room, only the dying flame of a nearby torch offering any illumination. The stench of copper clung to the room, and even despite how dark it was it was easy to see the color of crimson splattered across the walls and ground. Most of the blood had long since dried, a remnant of past torture sessions. And yet, it wasn't going to stay that way for long.
Within the center of the room, upon a blood stained table, was a lone figure. A woman, it was obvious that she had seen better days. Her skin, as smooth as silk, had become splattered with dirt. Her hair, golden blonde, had become matted with dirt and sweat. Her kind blue eyes had lost much of their luster as well, the crushing atmosphere of Hell having already done a fine job at breaking her. Her clothing was hardly what one would consider well-to-do either. Pieces of cloth covered her chest and nether regions, leaving her belly exposed. The captured angel knew not what awaited her. Her winds of light had long since disappeared, her powers as well. There was nothing she could do, and in the end she could only listen to what her captors had told her. How she'd be cut open, how she'd be disemboweled like a pig..
The mere thought was enough to send a shiver through even her spine, the girl's attention shifting towards the table that sat at her side. Upon it was the blade that would do the deed, jagged and seemingly eager to sink into flesh.
Within the center of the room, upon a blood stained table, was a lone figure. A woman, it was obvious that she had seen better days. Her skin, as smooth as silk, had become splattered with dirt. Her hair, golden blonde, had become matted with dirt and sweat. Her kind blue eyes had lost much of their luster as well, the crushing atmosphere of Hell having already done a fine job at breaking her. Her clothing was hardly what one would consider well-to-do either. Pieces of cloth covered her chest and nether regions, leaving her belly exposed. The captured angel knew not what awaited her. Her winds of light had long since disappeared, her powers as well. There was nothing she could do, and in the end she could only listen to what her captors had told her. How she'd be cut open, how she'd be disemboweled like a pig..
The mere thought was enough to send a shiver through even her spine, the girl's attention shifting towards the table that sat at her side. Upon it was the blade that would do the deed, jagged and seemingly eager to sink into flesh.
