Post by Tzuvachyysh on Oct 17, 2017 1:15:59 GMT
~blood drops on roses and sweet muttered curses~
eldritch horrors and unholy verses~
Dead puppies wrapped up in paper & string~
The~se are a few of my fa~vourite things~
One generally didn't associate singing to imprisonment, but that was exactly what was going on. They'd tried to shut her up several times, but she simply kept on humming loudly even when her mouth was gagged by a silicon mouthpiece strapped in place. Her pretty (tattered) little gothic dress was gone, replaced by a bright orange jumpsuit with belt straps holding her arms in a straightjacket. They'd pumped her full of stuff, but she just kept on singing/humming/giggling.
After all, she was having such a fun time! So much suffering suffused the place, it was practically oozing through the walls. Sure, she was weaker than usual, and her line straight to It* was experiencing technical difficulties, but the silly humans here seemed to think they had her sufficiently sedated. Just gonna leave them to their ignorance for now -- it would make the surprises all the more entertaining!
Maggy kept up her sing-song, interspersed with the occasional titter. The infrequent scream that carried through the walls was purely cathartic to her twisted ears. Of course, there was chatter of experimentation, extermination, and whatnot, but that didn't really matter to her. She liked her song. A little diddy she came up with on the way into this hellhole. Surely someone else would appreciate such eloquence and effort!
Unfortunately, her revere was interrupted by some jerk opening the door. It barely squeaked as it opened -- they must pay a fortune to keep them well-oiled -- and a team of Enforcers swept into the room and out again, dragging the giggling madwoman along with them without so much as a word.
eldritch horrors and unholy verses~
Dead puppies wrapped up in paper & string~
The~se are a few of my fa~vourite things~
One generally didn't associate singing to imprisonment, but that was exactly what was going on. They'd tried to shut her up several times, but she simply kept on humming loudly even when her mouth was gagged by a silicon mouthpiece strapped in place. Her pretty (tattered) little gothic dress was gone, replaced by a bright orange jumpsuit with belt straps holding her arms in a straightjacket. They'd pumped her full of stuff, but she just kept on singing/humming/giggling.
After all, she was having such a fun time! So much suffering suffused the place, it was practically oozing through the walls. Sure, she was weaker than usual, and her line straight to It* was experiencing technical difficulties, but the silly humans here seemed to think they had her sufficiently sedated. Just gonna leave them to their ignorance for now -- it would make the surprises all the more entertaining!
Maggy kept up her sing-song, interspersed with the occasional titter. The infrequent scream that carried through the walls was purely cathartic to her twisted ears. Of course, there was chatter of experimentation, extermination, and whatnot, but that didn't really matter to her. She liked her song. A little diddy she came up with on the way into this hellhole. Surely someone else would appreciate such eloquence and effort!
Unfortunately, her revere was interrupted by some jerk opening the door. It barely squeaked as it opened -- they must pay a fortune to keep them well-oiled -- and a team of Enforcers swept into the room and out again, dragging the giggling madwoman along with them without so much as a word.
