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díαlσguє cσlσr ◆ "#42F7F7"
thσught cσlσr ◇ #4242F7
All things truly wicked start from innocence.
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díαlσguє cσlσr ◆ "#406F73"
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The world wasn’t kind to me, so I became my own god.
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"Well, this is nice and quaint isn't it?" Qing Yu said to no one in an irritated, forced friendly voice. Her captors clearly weren't listening to her, and so she was left talking to herself, which she was no stranger to. "It'd be nice if you would actually return the favor and talk to me, you're supposed to make a guest feel welcomed." One of them shot her an irritated look, to which she returned with a toothy grin.
They were huddled together around a table about ten feet in front of her, seemingly planning something. What it was she didn't care to know, but even so she still leaned slightly to her left and strained her neck, her own curiosity getting the best of her. But no matter how much she twisted and turned, she couldn't see whatever was awaiting her from the vantage point.
Qing Yu was captured shortly after her escape from the basement in the rehabilitation facility where she was sent to. It was pathetic really, and afterwards this is where she woke up. As far as she knows they had never once talked to her yet, only watching her through hateful glances before returning to whatever "project" they were working on at the metal table they surrounded. She was beginning to doze off whenever she was abruptly, pulled from where they had her restrained and had thrown her onto the table they were surrounding just a few moments ago.
Instantly a feeling of dread had pooled in her stomach, but there was also the feeling of excitement somewhere in that twisted mind of hers. Her wrists were tied to the cold, metal table with what she assumed was a rope made out of polypropylene. Which was a poor choice on their part, as that choice is what would eventually allow Qing Yu to escape to escape. After being cleave gagged, as well as tape gagged on top of that.
She was left like that for quite some time, before the captors had finally returned with a pair of pliers in hand, that seemed to be glowing red with heat. Slowly, one end of the searing hot pliers was placed under her nail, scorching the nail bed beneath that, while the other one clamped the top, holding her nail tightly between the pair of pliers. Qing Yu struggled in her restraints, and tried to shout in complaint to what was about to happen, though that was muffled by her gags.
'These damned bastards.' she thought while the pair of pliers slowly pried her nail from its bed before it was finally torn off her finger. She impulsively jerked away, pulling the rope that tied her to the table. Where her nail was formerly, there remained a bloody mess. She glowered at her captors. The friendly tone she had forced had dissolved, and was replaced with overt abhorrence. This painstakingly slow act of removing her nails was repeated four times, her shouts and screams unheard. By the third nail removed, she had become accustomed to the pain. It continued until one hand had been completely denailed.
Blood covered her fingertips, and her captors were ready to repeat the process again, this time with Qing Yu's right hand, until an alarm bellowed throughout the room. The torture was immediately ceased, and her captors left the room in a hurry, weapons in hand. She laid there, restrained and trying to gain her composure back. She was filled with resentment and embarrassment at what she had allowed them to do to her. She glanced at the work they had done tying her up, and laughed wholeheartedly. It was amateurish at best. The ropes had only been loosened by her struggling, though they weren't properly tight either. She still was able to grab one end of the rope and loosen it even further, allowing her to slip her right wrist through the rope.
She did the same with the left, and was able to get the tighter ones on her feet off by using the friction of rubbing rope against rope to split it. It was a time consuming process, but eventually she was free, although injured. She left the room, and began to calmly walk through the halls. The alarm was still blaring, though she seemed to not hear it at all. Qing Yu eventually ran into what she assumed to be part of her group of captors, and a wicked smile spread across her face. Before the terrorist could even react, they were pinned up against the wall, with Qing Yu's hand wrapped tightly around their neck. They scratched and pulled at her hands, trying to free themselves, before they slowly fell limp in her hands, deprived of oxygen and blood flow to the brain. They weren't technically dead, but there wasn't much of a chance they'd live either. It was a shame really, she was hoping that they'd manage to struggle more so that she'd actually have a chance to play with them, though that didn't seem to be the case.
Qing Yu walked for quite some time it what seemed to be a mess of twist and turns, before she came along a girl with yellow blonde hair who was considerably shorter than she was, dragging around a restrained person. "You need any help there?" Qing Yu said in what was more than an inappropriately loud voice. Vittoria only stared at her, she wasn't sure whether or not to trust this person, but they clearly weren't part of the group of people who had attacked the rehabilitation area earlier. She only nodded in response as Qing Yu hoisted the scientist over her shoulders. "Um..if you don't mind, would you help me out a bit more? I'm looking for a few others. There's this one dude whose a little bit taller than you are with-"
"To be completely honest with you, I haven't seen anyone in these halls besides you and one other person, and the one other person is probably dead now." Vittoria frowned at the response. "Then I suppose we'll just have to look for them. I only came in here once I heard the alarm go off. I assumed that something went wrong. And of course..I brought the person I was entrusted with guarding as well." Qing Yu only shrugged in response, and together they wandered the halls in search of the others.
They were huddled together around a table about ten feet in front of her, seemingly planning something. What it was she didn't care to know, but even so she still leaned slightly to her left and strained her neck, her own curiosity getting the best of her. But no matter how much she twisted and turned, she couldn't see whatever was awaiting her from the vantage point.
Qing Yu was captured shortly after her escape from the basement in the rehabilitation facility where she was sent to. It was pathetic really, and afterwards this is where she woke up. As far as she knows they had never once talked to her yet, only watching her through hateful glances before returning to whatever "project" they were working on at the metal table they surrounded. She was beginning to doze off whenever she was abruptly, pulled from where they had her restrained and had thrown her onto the table they were surrounding just a few moments ago.
Instantly a feeling of dread had pooled in her stomach, but there was also the feeling of excitement somewhere in that twisted mind of hers. Her wrists were tied to the cold, metal table with what she assumed was a rope made out of polypropylene. Which was a poor choice on their part, as that choice is what would eventually allow Qing Yu to escape to escape. After being cleave gagged, as well as tape gagged on top of that.
She was left like that for quite some time, before the captors had finally returned with a pair of pliers in hand, that seemed to be glowing red with heat. Slowly, one end of the searing hot pliers was placed under her nail, scorching the nail bed beneath that, while the other one clamped the top, holding her nail tightly between the pair of pliers. Qing Yu struggled in her restraints, and tried to shout in complaint to what was about to happen, though that was muffled by her gags.
'These damned bastards.' she thought while the pair of pliers slowly pried her nail from its bed before it was finally torn off her finger. She impulsively jerked away, pulling the rope that tied her to the table. Where her nail was formerly, there remained a bloody mess. She glowered at her captors. The friendly tone she had forced had dissolved, and was replaced with overt abhorrence. This painstakingly slow act of removing her nails was repeated four times, her shouts and screams unheard. By the third nail removed, she had become accustomed to the pain. It continued until one hand had been completely denailed.
Blood covered her fingertips, and her captors were ready to repeat the process again, this time with Qing Yu's right hand, until an alarm bellowed throughout the room. The torture was immediately ceased, and her captors left the room in a hurry, weapons in hand. She laid there, restrained and trying to gain her composure back. She was filled with resentment and embarrassment at what she had allowed them to do to her. She glanced at the work they had done tying her up, and laughed wholeheartedly. It was amateurish at best. The ropes had only been loosened by her struggling, though they weren't properly tight either. She still was able to grab one end of the rope and loosen it even further, allowing her to slip her right wrist through the rope.
She did the same with the left, and was able to get the tighter ones on her feet off by using the friction of rubbing rope against rope to split it. It was a time consuming process, but eventually she was free, although injured. She left the room, and began to calmly walk through the halls. The alarm was still blaring, though she seemed to not hear it at all. Qing Yu eventually ran into what she assumed to be part of her group of captors, and a wicked smile spread across her face. Before the terrorist could even react, they were pinned up against the wall, with Qing Yu's hand wrapped tightly around their neck. They scratched and pulled at her hands, trying to free themselves, before they slowly fell limp in her hands, deprived of oxygen and blood flow to the brain. They weren't technically dead, but there wasn't much of a chance they'd live either. It was a shame really, she was hoping that they'd manage to struggle more so that she'd actually have a chance to play with them, though that didn't seem to be the case.
Qing Yu walked for quite some time it what seemed to be a mess of twist and turns, before she came along a girl with yellow blonde hair who was considerably shorter than she was, dragging around a restrained person. "You need any help there?" Qing Yu said in what was more than an inappropriately loud voice. Vittoria only stared at her, she wasn't sure whether or not to trust this person, but they clearly weren't part of the group of people who had attacked the rehabilitation area earlier. She only nodded in response as Qing Yu hoisted the scientist over her shoulders. "Um..if you don't mind, would you help me out a bit more? I'm looking for a few others. There's this one dude whose a little bit taller than you are with-"
"To be completely honest with you, I haven't seen anyone in these halls besides you and one other person, and the one other person is probably dead now." Vittoria frowned at the response. "Then I suppose we'll just have to look for them. I only came in here once I heard the alarm go off. I assumed that something went wrong. And of course..I brought the person I was entrusted with guarding as well." Qing Yu only shrugged in response, and together they wandered the halls in search of the others.