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Protege of Poison Ivy || #e116d8 || Outfit
Alec's shout sent Lilith jumping upright, half expecting to find somebody had entered the space with a torture kit or something of the sort, but there was no such threat. She waited for an explanation but none was given and that signaled the very beginning of a long haul. If shouting and complaining and crying already begun they were good as doomed and Lilith would have to introduce her villainess side to stay detached from emotions.
Then, in a timely manner as ever soldiers did actually enter. They spoke aloud of who would be good to ruffle at first referring to those closest to cracking, including Alec and Frankie, then a Mr. Thompson. The new guy. Lilith went wide eyed as they spoke about them like no more than cattle to the slaughter. And what were his abilities to make the rest fall in line so easy? Her eyes darted over to him as if he could provide some explanation before Wren piped up.
“Wren,” her warning was well lost over the commotion. The restrains banging and thrashing and shouting. She didn't stand a chance. Even if she was heard, Wren wouldn't listen. And Lilith felt her own back arch up when one of the soldiers threatened her.
Sure enough the commotion continued and worsened to the point noses and jaws broke and the soldiers seized Wren and snapped her neck with Lilith's mouth falling agape slightly. She hated seeing her friend be dragged by the hair. She hated they even laid any hands on her even if it was a caress.
"Well, at least we know that one guard has quite the temper and is easily provoked," Caitra offered. "Guess that's a good thing to be aware of; emotionally manipulating someone can prove to be a powerful tactic."
If he even came back. And that was one verse how many other guards that were out there trigger and or torture friendly. However, Lilith didn't voice her little slice of pessimism. Because nobody needed to hear it.
She twisted her wrist around and squirmed from her restraints again, grimacing at the awkward ways her limbs had to bend and stretch but it was to no avail. “All us metas and no one can break the restraints!” She exclaimed exasperated. If she could just unleash that secret weapon the soldiers took fancy to in Mr. Thompson. If anyone's restraints just fell a little loose. Or perhaps they had to wait until each one was tortured one by one.