Torture

Master Cyclonis cackled menacingly as she watched Piper squirm on the floor of her throne room.

"Had enough yet?" she asked with her evil undertone. "Will you join me now?"

The dark-skinned girl merely glared up at her and hissed through gritted teeth, "Never!"

"If you say so," Master Cyclonis shrugged. She strode over to the mega sound system in the corner of the room and turned the volume dial to the right.

When the sound emitting from the large radio became even louder, Piper screeched with pain. This truly was torture.

The tune coming from the sound sytem was quite scratchy and blissfully off-key. The words of the song were unmistakeably Atmosian, but what they were supposed to mean was beyond anyone.

"By the way," Piper paused from her twitching to look at Master Cyclonis. "Where DID you get a tape of Aerrow singing in the shower?"

He strikes me as a bad singer. Review!