Casket update.
Another chapter! haha XD I'm doing way to many of them... not! XD enjoy
Her eyes narrowed like daggers upon the screen in her room and she quirked her lips up into a sick grin as she pressed a finger down onto the button and spoke low and serious, "Hello, Donatello." It was as subtle as she would ever get with that vicious grin always in her words.
Her fingers were thin, but they were the 'perfect' thin. They were delicate but the scars lining the edges of her pointer was enough to show her dedication to her life style: Bloody and painful. Her eyes, narrowed, showed the wicked glee that was there watching the turtle, in this particular casket, freak out.
He, Donatello, was in one with no electronics. He was bound by a singular chain that attached to his ankle to a particular hole in the floor. She designed this room for her entertainment. Her eyes twinkled as she watched him struggle; his feet were in a centimeter of water but it got deeper in areas. The room, to any outsider, was almost like a bank vault in one of the bigger buildings, but that was due to her toys being littered around each corner.
"Donatello, I think you should know that you're brothers might not make it out of this, because I promise you, you won't."
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Don looked around the room again for the speaker box, "Don't worry, we'll make it out of here… you won't be." The woman laughed in a small short burst that slowly died off in the end.
"You make me Laugh, Donatello." She stated through the speaker that Don still was having trouble to find. "You know, I think I'll tell you something… something you'll fear for your short time alive."
"Nothing you say will hurt me or make me doubt myself or my brothers."
"I think you're underestimating me and my knowledge of your… situation." She crackled out. "There are things you know yet really do not know. Like a riddle!" she chuckled as she her voice died off.
"Tell me." He was commanding as he could be.
"There are six of us but you've meet just two, excluding me. They each fall under: leader, slicer, whore, builder, manipulator, and underground. Can you tell me which one is not here with us?" Don blinked. He didn't know. He didn't meet them.
"I don't know; that's a trick question." The woman laughed.
"Then you'll only sink in the water and drown like a weak pathetic animal that you are… no 'rewards' for dong a 'great' job, Donnie, none." And silence followed showing Donatello, again, that nothing was in his control… nothing yet.
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Her eyes trailed over to her monitors trailing the whole building. Custom fitted from her to her boss and co-workers. She knew the answer and so did the others. They knew who was not suppose to ever be here, but he was going to come anyways to get his 'fair' share.
"Heart?" she called out through a speaker as she pressed number two on a remote control. "Purples locked up tight. Message passed; let's see if that analytical mind gets it."
"Leo's locked tight, my sweet Little Wolf." Heart spoke softly, flirtatiously.
"You're having too much fun, girl, take it down a notch." Wolf said as she turned off her head set.
"Scenic, any word from outside on our Manipulator?" her tone was low with boredom as she glanced back and forth to her turtle locked up.
"Yes, his eta is in two hours." Wolf nodded hanging up on Scenic also before she opened all channels. "We're all set and go. Give me a shout that you hear this, my frantic group of pain makers."
A confirmation was heard around the room, "Let's get this party started." Wolf quickly began to type in a list of codes and commands before turning to look into Don's room and pressed enter. "Your move, Shim; take that first placed pawn."