Torture
Disclaimer: Jak 2 and all things related are c/o'ed to Naughty Dog
A/N: checks at the last time she posted WHOA! slaps forhead I can't belive what a procrastenator I am. Well, please forgive the uber-lateness of the update, and enjoy.
My mind was nothing but a wave of dizziness as I staggered, mostly due to Erol shoving me over to the chair. I became exhausted with fear as Erol kneeled down, taking a key from his uniform pocket, proceeding to unlock the metal cuffs. I quickly shut my eyes as I bowed my head, wanting to escape. I heard Erol chuckle menicingly as I was forced onto the metal chair. My eyes squinted as all I saw was a blinding white light shining on my pale face. Anxiety truely began to flood my shaking body as Erol bound my legs to the chair. Next, he moved to my hands. I grunted, trying to escape. Erol stood, calmly watching my pathitic attempts to free myself. I slowly closed my eyes and rested my head on the cold surface. I knew I'd have to save my strength for whatever they had 'planned' for me. Erol had not moved his hand from mine. I noticed, but kept my eyes shut, breathing softly. I finally heard Erol moving to the entrance of the room. Baron Praxis entered the room. Intstintly, my eyes shot open, sweat covering my face from fear. Praxis glared at me, long and hard, before he nodded to Erol. I could have sworn Erol had a look of glee on his face as he slowly walked over to the edge, casting me a slight smirk, a smirk of mixed emotions. I saw him flip some switches and the machine violently shot out massive rays of dark eco. My hands were clenched so tightly I thought my fingernails might cut into the skin. A blood-curdling scream echoed the room as I fought to not bang my head against the metal, knowing that they might do something worse when I finally woke from being blacked out. It felt as if a million knives were slowly slicing open my skin, being mutilated on the inside out. The screams became more and more intense as Erol slowly twisted the various knobs on the desk. A twisted smirk was on his features. I would've rather been thrown in fire and left to burn then have to endure this. This...this was worse then Hell.
My screams had slowly subsided to loud groans of pain as my raw, burning throat seized with a burning pain. Finally, the machine stopped. I immedently closed my eyes and tried to rest. Weakness plauged my body in ways I cannot explain. I couldn't even hear what they were saying above me. I Baron Praxis leave the area, but for some reason, Erol stayed. I strained to open my eyes, they fluttered in resistence. I felt his hand softly touch the side of my head, shifting it over to one side. I felt his breath on my face as he kissed me on the mouth. I instintly went limp, being to weak to resist. For some odd reason, I felt somewhat relaxed when he kissed me. Maybe I was loosing it, maybe I wasn't. Maybe I...loved him?....
to be continued....
Disclaimer: Jak 2 and all things related are c/o'ed to Naughty Dog
A/N: checks at the last time she posted WHOA! slaps forhead I can't belive what a procrastenator I am. Well, please forgive the uber-lateness of the update, and enjoy.
My mind was nothing but a wave of dizziness as I staggered, mostly due to Erol shoving me over to the chair. I became exhausted with fear as Erol kneeled down, taking a key from his uniform pocket, proceeding to unlock the metal cuffs. I quickly shut my eyes as I bowed my head, wanting to escape. I heard Erol chuckle menicingly as I was forced onto the metal chair. My eyes squinted as all I saw was a blinding white light shining on my pale face. Anxiety truely began to flood my shaking body as Erol bound my legs to the chair. Next, he moved to my hands. I grunted, trying to escape. Erol stood, calmly watching my pathitic attempts to free myself. I slowly closed my eyes and rested my head on the cold surface. I knew I'd have to save my strength for whatever they had 'planned' for me. Erol had not moved his hand from mine. I noticed, but kept my eyes shut, breathing softly. I finally heard Erol moving to the entrance of the room. Baron Praxis entered the room. Intstintly, my eyes shot open, sweat covering my face from fear. Praxis glared at me, long and hard, before he nodded to Erol. I could have sworn Erol had a look of glee on his face as he slowly walked over to the edge, casting me a slight smirk, a smirk of mixed emotions. I saw him flip some switches and the machine violently shot out massive rays of dark eco. My hands were clenched so tightly I thought my fingernails might cut into the skin. A blood-curdling scream echoed the room as I fought to not bang my head against the metal, knowing that they might do something worse when I finally woke from being blacked out. It felt as if a million knives were slowly slicing open my skin, being mutilated on the inside out. The screams became more and more intense as Erol slowly twisted the various knobs on the desk. A twisted smirk was on his features. I would've rather been thrown in fire and left to burn then have to endure this. This...this was worse then Hell.
My screams had slowly subsided to loud groans of pain as my raw, burning throat seized with a burning pain. Finally, the machine stopped. I immedently closed my eyes and tried to rest. Weakness plauged my body in ways I cannot explain. I couldn't even hear what they were saying above me. I Baron Praxis leave the area, but for some reason, Erol stayed. I strained to open my eyes, they fluttered in resistence. I felt his hand softly touch the side of my head, shifting it over to one side. I felt his breath on my face as he kissed me on the mouth. I instintly went limp, being to weak to resist. For some odd reason, I felt somewhat relaxed when he kissed me. Maybe I was loosing it, maybe I wasn't. Maybe I...loved him?....
to be continued....