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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 18, 2012 22:45:54 GMT -6
Irritation, that's exactly what Cael felt right about now. He'd gotten it all the time through peers or even friends of his father all giving those judging hues on him as if to imply that he didn't live up to what his father had been. Biting down on his back molars he would simply glare back at the doctor a subtle twitch in the corners of his eyes daring him to press the issue, the second Cael was offered up a position from this seat he'd slash the doctor's throat with one of the utensils provided.
"You wouldn't know perfection if it spit in your face."
A smooth curl to his lips brought upwards at the little pun he entirely meant to be complimenting himself. That grin would fall short as the doctor plunged the device into his arm. Hissst. Biting down again Cael would feel the burning sensation take over. At first nothing more than he couldn't handle, he'd felt heat before he'd abstained gratuitous amounts of damage but this seemed to bleed on.
The burning would stop but then something anew happened. The straps grew heavy around his limbs, the very air would become suffocating. Cael as much as he tried to bite down only forced more pain unto his body. Fingers clenched responsive with their own sharp pain anything to derive himself of the agony.
"Guh...Ugh...AHHH!"
He would yell out, eyes gone bleary and red from the agony of pressing this pain away, this horror. He wasn't even being touched and yet this unbearable syndrome was maddening.
*QI Active* Pain reduced by 12 Con. 8 Posts left
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Post by "Father" on Oct 18, 2012 23:07:07 GMT -6
He had to laugh at the young man's attempts to ruffle his feather in some pathetic attempt at soothing his own. Clearly, the topic of Daddy dearest was a sore one, and a mental note was made to keep that forever at the forefront of his mind. However, he did not choose to repeat what he had already made clear, but only to tsk his tongue lightly against the roof of his mouth as the syringe was discarded and another promptly retrieved to take its place.
"Ah, but I do young Mister Seran. Or can I call you Cael? Formalities are such a bore and seeing as how you are not labeled, I must resort to using names."
Another vial lifted, this one a clear solution, again unlabeled. The doctor's eyes fixated upon it as he went about filling the syringe, though he would give a rather hearty chuckle, having caught himself drifting off topic just then.
"But as I was saying, Cael I do know what perfection looks like. I have held it several times within my grasp. Unfortunately, it would seem your family has an affinity for destroying my most glorious works of art. You in particular have caused quite a significant amount of damage. Surprisingly."
The vial placed aside, he would pace forward once more, a little bit more of a skip to his step as he neared the boy, that putrid smell of dried blood, death and God knows what else consuming the small expanse of air between them. Without so much as a word, the needle was again plunged into the boy's arm, only a slight burn to follow, though this time the affects would be felt much more within the mind than on a physical level.
"Now I find myself torn on just what to do with you I am afraid. Kill you, slowly of course, or sustain your life in order to repair the damage you have caused. A very tough decision indeed. Especially when I assume that you hold little regard for what you have done."
A hint of irritation showing within his tone, though it disappeared almost as quickly. Replaced instead by that humming from behind thin, pressed lips as he stepped away to lay the syringe upon the table, focus shifting now to the more shiny, metallic objects which laid upon the tray before him.
"Now, tell me, are you feeling perhaps a bit more inclined to cooperate with this conversation? Perhaps even a little compelled to be honest about everything going on inside of that murky, self righteous mind of yours?"
Truth serum in its purest form now working its magic on Cael's mind. The dosage enough to at least cause a fracture in that wall the boy hid behind, the one that they all hid behind at first, though the doctor was certain more would be required throughout this process. But oh the fun things he could find out through use of this one, single, seemingly innocent vial. The thoughts of what was to come making him laugh outright, hand pressing to his stomach as his mind began to play over the fun that was going to be had between the two rooms that stood not ten feet from one another.
An eventful night indeed, if not longer....much, much longer.
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 18, 2012 23:14:17 GMT -6
"Ughh..Ahh."
Cael managed with the help of his Qi to stomach a bit of the pain however much the struggles went on it wasn't libel to stop even as the doctor pulled out a second syringe at the ready to use on him. Fear popped into his mind, albeit momentarily Cael stomached it away. Death was something he could live with, pain something he could endure. Losing his pride was another thing entirely.
"You have a perverted sense of perfection then if my bloodline simply wrecks it."
A demented sort of laugh from his gut managing to smile all the way through his pain as the second shot took effect on his body. His head burning now, the external pain sufficed and the little track in his skull spinning as if on crack. Features would invert scrunching up as close to the center to focus them away but the process only made it hurt all the more. A welcome distraction from the body but it wouldn't last as he began to convulse in his chair flailing around and burning his body all about in an attempt to flail free.
"FUCK YOU!"
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Post by "Father" on Oct 18, 2012 23:43:15 GMT -6
He would laugh still, now more so at the struggling which proceeded to take place from young Mr. Cael as he tried to wriggle himself free.The thought of it laughable, clearly, though the reasoning for such would be late in coming as the man stood there, incapable of speech as all his breath was stolen away by his laughter.
Eventually, with a tear rolling from his eye, he would regain his composure, fingers tracing over a silver blade of sorts as his mind mused over the words which had previously been spoken to him.
"Well, I suppose that I should say that your Father succeeded in destroying one of my perfect beauties, tainting her beyond repair I am afraid. You on the other hand merely managed to derail my precious from her path, something which is easily remedied. Should I see fit of course."
He would grin, fingers curling more tightly about the handle of the scalpel as he stepped toward the boy once more, lips pressed together and that humming sound again issued into the room, echoing from the walls and consuming the air about them.
"Though I do have to wonder. Whatever is it, that she found in you, that would cause her to make such a foolish mistake? A creature of such perfection throwing it all away for such a pathetic failure. An angel in every regard, finding good in a boy who will forever live in the shadows of his Father and yet never be more than weakling who travels alone in the footsteps of greatness."
Hand shooting forth, shirt ripped free from the chest of the boy which was restrained before him. A sick, twisted grin curling onto his lips, eyes darkening as he stared at a now bared chest as an artist would a blank canvas.
"Pity perhaps? Or perhaps she was simply fool enough to believe that a child such as yourself could ever see past your own failures to notice she even existed."
And with that, lightening fast hands would go to work. Movements so rapid that it was hard to keep track and swipe after swipe the blade began to carve into perfectly smooth flesh. At the pace it was going, it seemed as nothing more than random slashing. An attempt to mar the beauty that this one felt he had above all others. The very thing he used to lull countless women into his web.
But, when the moments had passed, and blood had splattered not only the floor and the wall, but the doctor himself, would he step back, leaving Cael bound to his spot, with a set of wings carved into his torso from collarbone down to the middle of his abdomen. Blood pouring from the wounds, pain unhindered by the drugs that pumped through his body.
"I wonder. Who of you is the bigger fool?"
Words seeming to have no rhyhm or reason, though he did not seem to notice. He spoke of what came to mind, though even as he did, he was already in retreat back to his table, no sign of being done just yet, though hopeful that whatever sounds had been made had been heard loud and clear by his precious daughter as she remained bound in her own personal hell, having ensured that she would be able to hear every last bit of what was to come of the one she so willingly threw her sanity away for.
"Now tell me Cael, what is the one thing that you regret not having done? The one thing you wish you could have done before your untimely demise?"
Time to see if the truth serum had kicked in, if not, then another dose was to be had. No intent upon stopping until he had heard enough to satisfy him and his never ending curiosity. [/font]
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 18, 2012 23:59:28 GMT -6
Shut it off... just shut if off. Cael's eyes would seem to lull up into the back of his skull as the slashing remedied against his features, the intoxicating smell coming to work on his features like a toxine.
"Kill me... just let me die."
Cael felt himself lose it all, the urge to live, the fight, everything he'd ever known. A bright light seemed to open up above him and he was lost.
Cael stood there now smiling, his cheeks seemed privy to botox and a light heat in his heart carried him to look over his marred flesh with the doctor there making masterpiece out of him. The normal response seemed to be fear, anger, anguish at his portrayal but Cael was... warm.
Frenzied fingers wrought back over his body like a drunken teen remembering the feel and touch of simple things. A sigh as the scene before him was gone, the light still there, everything so very bright and white.
"Momma and Daddy love you."
He was a toddler again in his mother's arms wrapped and bound smiling upwards giggling. His eyes tracing over to Ira in his father's arms. That usual dismay on his face plastered with the same recognition Cael faced today. Warmth happiness. It was strange, it was desireable, different. A soft giggle in his throat tracing back.
Now at fourteen he stood before a class presenting something, a fool of himself he was made running out into the yard and crying. That giggling returned by a young girl.
STOP LAUGHING AT ME
The girl stopped but still held her smile offering up a flower in return. Befuddled Cael simply stared back in response as the cold rush drew him back, his body cold but the lingering light leaving his vision burning, his senses erect with life.
"...." A long pause, the choking Cael made over his own blood while forming a response. "Ha..Ha...Hap.."
His grip tightened for a second and a brief period of angst beriddled on his features as he fought the truth, no it was more him battling his morals. What was the truth but a confusion of the mind. Cael sought happiness but to do that... he needed to become... "God.."
The only real word muddled before he blacked out.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 19, 2012 0:48:55 GMT -6
He stood, he listened and a sick grin would curl upon his face, even more twisted than the one prior to this. "God" that single word having come after a stammered and fought attempt to mask a single word that the doctor could only assume was "Happiness" that or the kid wanted to learn to play the harp or something similar. Though based on what he had learned from intel gathered through the years, the former seemed a more likely option.
Then, the blackout came, and though he was not pleased with this, he found it gave him time to fully consider his options here. A decision coming within twenty minutes of the boy's passing out, and the rules to the game once again shifting within his mind. Two birds with one stone, the single phrase that seemed to repeat within his mind over and over again.
The time ticked by, and though Cael remained out, the doctor and his assistants were hard at work. Only when they were done, would an injection be given to jolt the young male awake from whatever peace he thought he could find in sleep. The suddenness of it enough to make anyone question their whereabouts, which he would soon find to be the very room he had been in before he had passed out, only now, there would be a cold metal surface pressed against his back, his arm restrained above his head...feet planted to the floor, though they too were bound at the ankles.
Enough time given to realize he was bound against the wall, with only his jeans to cover him. The temperature of the room having dropped significantly, the blood having started to dry upon his chest.
"Ah, Cael, so glad you could join me again. Or perhaps it would be better to label you Subject Alpha?"
A sound from the right, something similar to a furnace or some other similar heat source along with what sounded like the clanging of an iron rod. Though no look was given in that direction.
"So, you want to be God do you?"
The doctor would move in, his foul breath washing over Cael's face as he lowered his voice, becoming darker and more sinister with a single change of his expression.
"You seem to have come to just the right place. Perhaps she was right in trying to get me to spare your life. I may have more use for you alive than dead it would seem."
Oh, but if he had thought the pain from before was bad, he had no idea what he was in for now. The fun, indeed, had only just begun.
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 22, 2012 20:43:30 GMT -6
The pulsating surge to his limbs and in fact the entirity of his body would scream at Cael to wake up. Tensing muscles and synapses plucked at attention sending the boy riviting up into a seated position or at best one could be attained having been strapped down his body convulsing from both reminders of the pain and his body while tired and wanting to sleep fought now to keep up.
The feeling though had changed in fact, their position. what'd once been a cold metal table was now the surface of a cold metal wall. Vertigo struck in and Cael fought the urge to vomit however would lose quickly splurting up his lunch all over the floor before him. Mostly watery it didn't smell like those awful chunks that made people sick.
"Ugh.."
His head pounded with the delivery of blood to his brain, temples pulsating and eyes bleary.
Alpha. He laughed at the notion, despite being sick and weak Cael murmered and felt a measure of control in the underbelly of his consciousness.
"Hmph, I might as well already be God. When I'm done here, you'll feel it first."
Pft. Another spit poised at the front of his shirt making sure he understood.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 22, 2012 22:21:50 GMT -6
He chuckled softly, quick to step to the side, avoiding that vial little display of human weakness as the boy, now strapped the wall, proceeded to vacate his lunch onto the cold, cement floor below. A slight wrinkling of his nose as he shook his head, fingers poised to push his glasses back up onto his nose from where they had slid down, waiting for the young male to compose himself before carrying on.
However, that threat would be made, not an idle one for certain. That protrusion of saliva a clear indication of such, though instead of hesitation or consideration of the thought he would receive nothing but another light chuckle and a shake of his head.
"My dear boy. A God you may become, but I will always be the creator."
A snap of his fingers, the sound of a pair of feet shuffling across the floor the only thing to be heard before a figure, fully garbed in medical attire would appear. A metal staff of sorts clasped tightly in his gloved hands as he looked upward to the doctor, peering through his horn rimmed glasses, lower portion of his face concealed by a surgical mask.
There were no words spoken, just a simple, almost dismissive wave of the Doctor's hand as he turned away, motioning the man toward Cael without so much as a second thought of what he was asking be done.
Eagerness showing in those beady little eyes, the other man would nod and quickly spin on his heels, rushing back toward the corner where the noise had been coming from earlier, only to reappear a few moments later...that very same metal staff in hand, though now the end glowed hot with fire.
There was but a second given for any sort of mental preparation before the man would press the end of the staff, into the front of the young man's hip as he hung helpless upon that wall. The scent of burning flesh quick to take over the air that surrounded the trio, strongest of course near the boy which was being branded. Held for but a moment, and then pulled away, burned, dead remnants of flesh clinging to the end of the staff as it tore away from his flesh.
A single mark left seared into the flesh. Though for now its meaning remained within the mind of the man running the show. Which, until he had seen reason to share it with anyone else, is where it would remain.
Another quick wave of his hand as he looked back over his shoulder, shooing the shorter doctor away, before he himself would turn back, syringe in hand....that ever present grin plastered upon his face.
"I think you and I are going to get along just splendidly my dear boy."
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 22, 2012 22:31:05 GMT -6
"Mrmphmrm."
Cael bit into his lip trying to restrain the pain searing into his hip. Rustled brows and an irritated muffling of the pain as Cael pressed himself into the wall as hard as he could to retreat from the pain however avoiding moving much as he could see the thing was deadly.
"Go fuck yourself."
Adamant about making his point across Cael would try spitting again however it falling short and sputtering over his caked lips.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 22, 2012 22:39:52 GMT -6
He would turn his nose up slightly, sniffing the air and releasing a slight sigh, hands clapping together in front of him and ignoring the newest attempt from the boy to dirty up his already vial and putrid smelling clothes.
"Language young man. You really should learn to speak in a more proper fashion."
His own tone holding that rather formal manner of speech, just as he had always spoken and just as he had taught his children to speak, Azura and Alek included. Though he had to admit, his precious little red head was much more akin to taking after him than Alek at times, or at least in that regard. A single hand raising to his chin, index finger tapping his lips as the other twirled that syringe about, he would pace back and forth for a moment.
He paid no regard to Cael, seeing as how he did not see the boy as much more than potential experiment, nothing more. Though to be fair, most thing lost their humanity in his eyes, especially since humanity was such a vial and disgusting thing.
"I have something very special planned for you my boy. A little trick I have had hidden up my sleeve for years, just waiting on the perfect subject to waltz across my path."
He seemed down right giddy. Though he would spin on his heels and quickly make his way toward Cael, syringe that he had been holding plunged into the side of his neck, the contents quickly injected into his jugular.
"Do forgive me, but I cannot have you learning to tolerate the pain. I have learned over the years, pain makes my subjects much more pliable and acceptable to my suggestions."
Nodding and then turning away. He would allow the drug time to take hold, allow it time to literally burn its way through the boys system, and then, he could proceed.
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 22, 2012 22:46:02 GMT -6
"God-Damnit!"
Cael hissed as the syringe made its release into his neck burying deep enough for the saline solution to deposit under his skin writhing through his veins and popping every nerve he had left. He didn't like being tinkered with as though he was a toy. He liked it even less that he was being branded, a slave or possession, and then being porked and plugged with every drug known to man.
The pain began once agian, those burns and nitches slinking beneath his skin. Although this time around he'd toughen through it biting down hard on his lip and spilling a bit of carnal blood down his cheek to prevent from screaming out in deluded pain.
"Try harder, jackass."
His eyes shooting through like daggers spiteful little weapons aimed to cut straight through him. Although the pain was great Cael wasn't simply going to play along. He was to be a God afterall.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 22, 2012 22:59:27 GMT -6
Oh, he had not expect the boy to give so easily, knowing that despite the obvious difference between Father and son, the bastard who had given him so much grief in the earlier years of his research would not have raised a son completely worthless and devoid of pride. Such a thing was almost unheard of among men of that type, and though he had to admit he was disappointed he wasn't getting a direct replica of the original, he supposed that sometimes the second draft was better.
He would just have to wait and see.
A mildly amused smirk twisting upon his lips at the sight of the blood that rushed down the boy's chin. Making a mental note of it and moving on without a single care in the world for the words that were spoken to him. In fact, it would almost seem as though he had not even heard them at all.
Turning around, he would grab the edge of the silver tray perched upon rollers that he had gathered the syringe from, pulling it along with him as he moved closer to the boy, mind working over what all he had to do, what preparations had to be made, as well as the additional task of having to deal with his little one in the opposite room. Such a busy life he led, busy indeed.
"It would seem that I have developed quite the issue with losing my children as of late. Surprisingly, they are rather hard to track when the get in the wind, and I fear that I cannot afford that mistake again. So, hopefully you won't mind if I keep track of your whereabouts."
The entire time he spoke he was slipping on those latex gloves, snapping them about his wrists and then retrieving a scalpel from the tray. Without so much as looking at Cael, he would motion toward the other man who remained within the room, simply pointing toward Cael's head and saying nothing.
The man would advance, quickly shuffling across the floor and without even a warning he would grip Cael's head and turn it to the side. The small man, surprisingly strong, able to pin the boy there without much effort what so ever, allowing the Doctor to advance, pressing the scalpel the area just behind the young man's ear, and pressing down...Fresh blood would flow forth as he cut through flesh and tissue, creating a half inch incision into his flesh.
With that done, he would turn away, back to the tray where he would rummage about for something, that only he and the other doctor could see. Though soon enough, a pressure and an immense amount of pain would be felt as something was forced into that incision, burying deep into the tissue which had been sliced open. A moment later, the pressure released, only to be replaced by the distinct feeling of being sewn up. Stitch after painful stitch done with surgical like precision, done slowly only for the affects of the pain to be allowed to wash through Cael's system, one wave after another.
The entire procedure would take about fifteen minutes, and when done, both men would step away and retreat back to their original positions. The shorter man going to wait for more order, the Doctor going about preparing for his next move. That little tune he had been whistling before echoing through the room...the only sound to be heard.
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Post by Cael Seran on Oct 22, 2012 23:25:31 GMT -6
"Where am I going to go?"
Cael lazily rolled his eyes looking over the restraints that held him steady there. He only got over that rather cocky, bemused state to look over the doctor's movements as he prepared his operation table. A shudder of fear instantly running up his spine for but a moment as the doctor prepped himself for something that made Cael think.
The other man in the room however moved quicker than Cael could really anticipate. For once being the stale, and resigned clay figure to a swift bot moving to pinser Cael his head would be shifted to the side with a soft grunt leaving his lips and the spatter of blood momentarily. The scalpel peeling at behind his ear would make Cael flinch, wincing at the pain he'd scrunch up his features trying to maintain a look of calm however much failing it was.
"Hssttt.."
The pain rippled through him instantly. "FUCKK!!!!" Bellowing from his gut Cael would try flailing free from his position writhing from the severe amount that drove him mad.
"I'll rip your fucking guts out you swine!"
Ripping and flailing Cael spat up blood, and sweat even from his extremities as he tried against the restraints trying to get at the doctor.
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Post by "Father" on Oct 22, 2012 23:41:04 GMT -6
He would tsk his tongue slightly at the furious fight the boy was putting up against the restraints, not allowing it to hinder his operation, however small it was. No, he would finish his task and turn away, allowing him to struggle and fight as hard as he wished while he went about preparing himself for the next injection. The one that he had been saving for so very long and was dying to try out again.
The first subject not having done too well all those years ago and having died a few days after injection.
Though, after a few moments and another pointless threat thrown his way, he would turn around and look at the boy with a rather bored, droll expression.
"Those restraints were designed to hold a certain, petite red head that I believe you are all too familiar with. So if you think that you are going to break free of them, I will inform you now that it is indeed a fruitless venture."
A firm nod before he would turn back around. Waiting it seemed, before the door off to the side of the room would slide open and a woman, dressed in proper nursing attire, would come rushing in. A silver box in her hands. Quickly she ushered it over to the Doctor, placing it gently within his hands. Which, of course, he would grasp without really acknowledging her at all, and lay down upon his operating tray.
A series of numbers punched into the lid, he would then step back as a puff of steam, or something similar would escape the lid as it slid back out of place. A single, large vial resting within the interior of the box. With a pair of forceps he would pick it up, and using a specially designed needle, which looked more akin to a gun, he would load the vial.
Only then did he turn back to Cael. The madness showing in his eyes as he seemed to be drooling with the prospect of what was to come. Though, of course, he could not allow this moment to go without some little taunt, some little reminder of why he was choosing to do this to the young man before him. His steps heavy as they carried him closer, his words ringing out through the now vacant room.
"Your Father took my most valued experiment and ruined years of careful planning and research. He destroyed her, leaving me with no choice but to make copies, none of which were ever as good as the original. Now, I have the chance to do the same to him, in some regard. I believe, this may just be one of the most delightful days of my career."
And with that, the large, five inch syringe would be plunged directly into the area of Cael's side where his liver was, piercing through flesh and muscle and finding the exact spot in the body in which the injection could be administered with the greatest chance of success. A single "pfst!" sound released and then, the entire vial would be shot into the boys liver.
The pain, almost instantaneous. Searing hot pain shooting through every single fiber of his being. Mind feeling as though it were literally being ripped apart within his head. Muscles tearing and rearranging, bones popping and cracking as they began to grow...skin stretching. Oh, he knew the pain would be more than most could bare...but he had faith that if his little one had said this boy could take it, then, he would be able to do just that.
Stepping back, the syringe discarded, he would peel off his gloves as the door would open once more.
"Keep an eye on his vitals. Inform me if there is any change."
Moving away toward the door. He had a daughter to punish after all, one who had been a very, very naughty girl. Though as he turned to leave, there was no missing the dark, twisted laugh that began to echo from his lips. Finally, everything was starting to come to light, every plan coming to completion. He could not have been more thrilled.
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Post by Azura on Oct 22, 2012 23:50:01 GMT -6
The sounds coming through the speakers had proven that she had somehow managed to convince Father not to kill him. Which, in turn had proved to her that she had at least somewhat managed to fulfill her vow to him, not allowing him to die for her or anything to do with her. The sudden rush of that darkness as it left her almost too much for her to take, leaving her drained and weak as she sat there, unable to move, unable to do anything but listen on.
Yet, that had not been the end of it. The light that usually surrounded her, the very thing that made her pure and good, came flooding back, and with a gasp, so did all the emotions that she had been devoid of since this nightmare began. Guilt, pain, suffering, it was all there, and as much as it hurt...it was also so familiar and such a relief.
But then, the yells and the screams of pain had begun to come from the other room, through not only the speaker but through the walls themselves and something inside of her broke. A scream erupting from her as she tried, to no avail to free herself from the restraints, only to find that they cut into her flesh like every other used on her at The Facility.
Tears streaking down her eyes, she had tried hard to drown out the sounds of Cael's pain, of his suffering and anger...but it had been no use. Now, her head down, she was collapsed within her current position with tears staining her delicate, pale face. Those now hazel eyes filled with sadness and regret, as well as a lingering fear of what was to come.
Father was angry with her, that much she knew for sure, and though she had not remembered him much before...she did now. That fear that had kept her away surfacing and filling her every waking thought...a soft whimper given, hearing the doors begin to open. A part of her glad he was leaving Cael to focus on her...the other terrified of what he was going to do.
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