AUTHOR'S NOTE: A great, big shout-out to April Kristina, dragonlady
sakura, (Brenden), and Saki for the wonderful reviews! ^Translated
from.whatever language they speak in Ukraine.^ Wow, and I was in 2 AP
history classes. That should tell you what a wonderful school system
California has. Anyway, this chapter's for all you sadists out there. ;)
The steps came to a long stone hallway that reminded Ororo of her first visit into Victor's mind.
She peered into the first window, and saw Victor, a bit older in age, stripped naked and raised high above the ground. His arms were tied behind his back by what she recognized as dried leather. The makeshift rope was wrapped around his neck, draped behind his back, tied around his penis, then wrapped around his thighs, and finally pulled to his arms, where it tied around his wrists. Victor had often preformed this torture on her at home. He would take wet leather and tie it around her limbs, letting it shrink as it dried. The leather would cut into her to the point that it bled. And indeed, his skin was bleeding profusely. Suddenly, a monk below pulled a bar out of the long chain that held him, and Victor began falling at a deadly pace to the ground. At the last minute, the monk put the bar back into the chain, and, just feet from the floor, Victor's body was jerked to a stop. A loud crunching sound was heard, as his ligaments strained and his shoulders and hips dislocated from the pressure. He only winced, as if he was used to such treatment.
Hoping to find the subconscious Victor here, as she had before, Ororo moved on. She stopped at the second window again, to see four monks struggling him into a chair. This time, it was the younger Victor that she had seen in the sanctuary. He was forced onto a straight, iron bench, which had nine-inch nails protruding from it every foot or so. The nails pierced his thighs and calves, and he shrieked in response. As he squirmed in pain, the wounds on his legs ripped and tore, even more painful. The young child called out. ^Father!^ A tall man donned in white and gold robes was watching with a look of boredom upon his face.
The monks then put a spiked collar upon the child's neck. The collar was slipped around his head easily, as it had an eleven-inch diameter, but, as one monk twisted a screw upon it, the diameter became smaller and smaller. The spikes, which extended inward, were slowly pushed into the boy's neck. Finally, once the collar had been put on, another monk twisted a lever on the chair, which twisted a three-inch long, two-inch wide screw directly into his spine on the nape of his neck. Ororo turned away from the screams.
She walked to the last room, forcing herself to see every bit of the cruelty. This time, the room wasn't a room at all, but a cave, with a lake of water at the bottom. From a hole in the roof of the cave, a small cage was being lowered, and inside sat Victor, who looked to be no older than six years old. There were smoking coals on the bottom of the cage, which were burning his bare skin. Victor looked through the bars, and for a brief second, Ororo felt that he could see through her.
She suddenly realized that the bars she was looking through were not the bars to the room, but those of the cage. Somehow, she had traded places with Victor. She looked to him pleadingly, but he only turned from the small window and ran off. She was enclosed. It was then that Ororo felt the burning pain. She was nude, and the coals below her were burning her bottom and feet. She was enclosed. The cage touched the water, and the fire went out. She was grateful for a short while, until she realized that the cage was still lowering. She was enclosed. The water rose to her knees, her chest, her chin. She was enclosed.
Then, she was enclosed all around by ice-cold water. She felt her need for air growing, growing until it consumed her. She almost forgot about her claustrophobia entirely, as she felt her lungs explode. But that wasn't the end; she still had six more seconds of torment to live through before her lungs would lose their restored oxygen as well, and her heart would quit beating. Six. She was enclosed all around. Five. No air. Four. The pain. Three. The mutants. Two. She had failed. One. She was enclosed all around.
AUTHOR AGAIN: I bet you didn't see THAT coming! Hahahahaha! I brainwashed you, my precious reader, into thinking that, just because she is the main character, Ororo can't die. But I tricked you! Auroraraye goes into more hysterics of insane, villainous cackling.
The steps came to a long stone hallway that reminded Ororo of her first visit into Victor's mind.
She peered into the first window, and saw Victor, a bit older in age, stripped naked and raised high above the ground. His arms were tied behind his back by what she recognized as dried leather. The makeshift rope was wrapped around his neck, draped behind his back, tied around his penis, then wrapped around his thighs, and finally pulled to his arms, where it tied around his wrists. Victor had often preformed this torture on her at home. He would take wet leather and tie it around her limbs, letting it shrink as it dried. The leather would cut into her to the point that it bled. And indeed, his skin was bleeding profusely. Suddenly, a monk below pulled a bar out of the long chain that held him, and Victor began falling at a deadly pace to the ground. At the last minute, the monk put the bar back into the chain, and, just feet from the floor, Victor's body was jerked to a stop. A loud crunching sound was heard, as his ligaments strained and his shoulders and hips dislocated from the pressure. He only winced, as if he was used to such treatment.
Hoping to find the subconscious Victor here, as she had before, Ororo moved on. She stopped at the second window again, to see four monks struggling him into a chair. This time, it was the younger Victor that she had seen in the sanctuary. He was forced onto a straight, iron bench, which had nine-inch nails protruding from it every foot or so. The nails pierced his thighs and calves, and he shrieked in response. As he squirmed in pain, the wounds on his legs ripped and tore, even more painful. The young child called out. ^Father!^ A tall man donned in white and gold robes was watching with a look of boredom upon his face.
The monks then put a spiked collar upon the child's neck. The collar was slipped around his head easily, as it had an eleven-inch diameter, but, as one monk twisted a screw upon it, the diameter became smaller and smaller. The spikes, which extended inward, were slowly pushed into the boy's neck. Finally, once the collar had been put on, another monk twisted a lever on the chair, which twisted a three-inch long, two-inch wide screw directly into his spine on the nape of his neck. Ororo turned away from the screams.
She walked to the last room, forcing herself to see every bit of the cruelty. This time, the room wasn't a room at all, but a cave, with a lake of water at the bottom. From a hole in the roof of the cave, a small cage was being lowered, and inside sat Victor, who looked to be no older than six years old. There were smoking coals on the bottom of the cage, which were burning his bare skin. Victor looked through the bars, and for a brief second, Ororo felt that he could see through her.
She suddenly realized that the bars she was looking through were not the bars to the room, but those of the cage. Somehow, she had traded places with Victor. She looked to him pleadingly, but he only turned from the small window and ran off. She was enclosed. It was then that Ororo felt the burning pain. She was nude, and the coals below her were burning her bottom and feet. She was enclosed. The cage touched the water, and the fire went out. She was grateful for a short while, until she realized that the cage was still lowering. She was enclosed. The water rose to her knees, her chest, her chin. She was enclosed.
Then, she was enclosed all around by ice-cold water. She felt her need for air growing, growing until it consumed her. She almost forgot about her claustrophobia entirely, as she felt her lungs explode. But that wasn't the end; she still had six more seconds of torment to live through before her lungs would lose their restored oxygen as well, and her heart would quit beating. Six. She was enclosed all around. Five. No air. Four. The pain. Three. The mutants. Two. She had failed. One. She was enclosed all around.
AUTHOR AGAIN: I bet you didn't see THAT coming! Hahahahaha! I brainwashed you, my precious reader, into thinking that, just because she is the main character, Ororo can't die. But I tricked you! Auroraraye goes into more hysterics of insane, villainous cackling.