Post by Oriana on Dec 30, 2016 4:05:32 GMT
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Dark and dismal, a room darkened and only lit by the pulsating spectrum of electrical currents running through transparent tubes along the contours of the walls. Shadows cast here and there, taking up the majority of the enormous empty room. The spectrum of light and shadow stuck in limbo as they danced for supremacy. They seemed almost alive, never ceasing as their source continued to run its power voltage into the epicenter of the room. The dance between light and shadow was vigorous, matching the high voltage currents which sedated the being in the center of the room: the two spectrum of light though ambient energy from the electrically infused tubes, seemed to have a will of their own. A desire to entertain and impress the being before them.
One might describe the pedestal as a throne. Others might describe it as a chair contraption. A large steel alloy structure resembling a chair that resided as the focal point for Oriana's "prison" Thin metallic mesh straps cinched all up and down the woman's body as she sat within the chair: they were all metallic, for if they had been anything else, they would have been incinerated from the high voltage currents of electricity that continually electrocuted Oriana. In a like manner, the woman was wrapped in a fine steel mesh one piece suit that hid her physical appearance from curious eyes. There were no visible markings on the mesh suit, only the occasional dancing electrical currents which sparked and shot out into the air in random direction as the electricity was discharged into the empty room.
Though the woman was constantly electrocuted and her body contorted with each spasm, she let out not a single cry of pain or fear. Her body was much more sturdy than a human being, but more importantly was the woman's pride. Inconveniences such as these could only last so long. Whenever she was to be free of this prison, she would make those scientists and their leader pay for daring to touch her... let alone imprison her and use her for their greedy research. Her thoughts were elsewhere however. There were far fewer people present today inside the adjacent observation room. Where there were normally a dozen guards trained specifically in the use of electricity, there were now only two. Apparently something big was happening in the outside world. Oriana knew not exactly what, but the deeply buried fragments of gold in the city nearby hinted that the city was under attack. That worried Oriana not, for no lesser being could harm her: even this electricity used to pacify her was only a means to control her and keep her sedated. Should the power grid in the city suffer catastrophic failure, the two guards in the observation room would not be enough to keep her from freeing herself. Though she was blinded by the metallic suit, she could sense the tubes injected within her body, pulling out her golden blood, pumping it into a vat at the opposite end of the room. [r]"They will pay for being so greedy. Worms such as them dare to desecrate my body..."[/r] she told herself, relishing the promises she was constantly making against the atrocities done again her.
One might describe the pedestal as a throne. Others might describe it as a chair contraption. A large steel alloy structure resembling a chair that resided as the focal point for Oriana's "prison" Thin metallic mesh straps cinched all up and down the woman's body as she sat within the chair: they were all metallic, for if they had been anything else, they would have been incinerated from the high voltage currents of electricity that continually electrocuted Oriana. In a like manner, the woman was wrapped in a fine steel mesh one piece suit that hid her physical appearance from curious eyes. There were no visible markings on the mesh suit, only the occasional dancing electrical currents which sparked and shot out into the air in random direction as the electricity was discharged into the empty room.
Though the woman was constantly electrocuted and her body contorted with each spasm, she let out not a single cry of pain or fear. Her body was much more sturdy than a human being, but more importantly was the woman's pride. Inconveniences such as these could only last so long. Whenever she was to be free of this prison, she would make those scientists and their leader pay for daring to touch her... let alone imprison her and use her for their greedy research. Her thoughts were elsewhere however. There were far fewer people present today inside the adjacent observation room. Where there were normally a dozen guards trained specifically in the use of electricity, there were now only two. Apparently something big was happening in the outside world. Oriana knew not exactly what, but the deeply buried fragments of gold in the city nearby hinted that the city was under attack. That worried Oriana not, for no lesser being could harm her: even this electricity used to pacify her was only a means to control her and keep her sedated. Should the power grid in the city suffer catastrophic failure, the two guards in the observation room would not be enough to keep her from freeing herself. Though she was blinded by the metallic suit, she could sense the tubes injected within her body, pulling out her golden blood, pumping it into a vat at the opposite end of the room. [r]"They will pay for being so greedy. Worms such as them dare to desecrate my body..."[/r] she told herself, relishing the promises she was constantly making against the atrocities done again her.
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