Subject #2
Pushed from behind, the male Killjoy was forced into the white room, where a large tank of water stood before him. His hands were shackled behind his back so he could not use them to escape.
Korse stood in front of him, his beady eyes staring straight into the Killjoy's. Korse grabbed the Killjoy by the arm and pulled him over to the tank.
"Climb the stairs." Korse mentioned towards the four steps leading up to the top of the tank.
The Killjoy gulped and did not move.
"I said… Climb. The. Stairs." He said sternly. With that, Korse pushed the Killjoy up the four steps and without warning, pushed him into the tank.
The Killjoy was engulfed in ice-cold water. He struggled to swim back to the top to breathe, but the top was sealed with a lid. He looked all around him, trying to find a way out.
Korse stood in front of the tank and watched as the helpless Killjoy struggled before him. He watched as the Killjoy's lips slowly turned blue, then purple along with the rest of his skin. He smirked as the Killjoy slowly became still and saw his eyes lock on his as they lost their focus. The Killjoy's lips parted and ice-cold water rushed down his trachea and to his lungs, refusing them of any oxygen, freezing them along with his heart.
The Killjoy's eyes closed and his body became still…