There was a hideous scream that echoed through the lab of the tower as the girl was bolted down with several strands of metal that gleemed in the wickedness that was its master. He didn't sedate the girl, didn't calm her down, did not warn her.
She had failed him, had failed to follow instructions. She was no longer worthy of his protections or his allowances.
If she would not serve one way, she would serve another.
Several needled were injected into her arms, medical readouts were displayed in a series of monitors over her head. He wasn't detured. Several of the other girls stood watching a monitor he'd setup, the camera view a bird's eye atop her. Lani, of course, was there. She had reported this dread girl for her inability to learn, to comprehend.
Somehow, the breaking process took more than just her soul, it took her mind and she was lost. She was of no value, even on the market. There were other ways to serve him.
Not so glorious, never as plesant. But for her mind, it would be perfect. Several more tubes pierced her flesh. She was crying so hard, begging, pleeding to be released. "Soon enough, my pet, you will be the perfect servent, and then, you shall be forgiven." These were the last words he spoke to her.
Before the computers began to come alive, and pump chemicals into the girl's body. His arms folded behind him as he watched the process. He'd asked the apprentice to be presant too.
Failure is never an option with him.
She had failed him, had failed to follow instructions. She was no longer worthy of his protections or his allowances.
If she would not serve one way, she would serve another.
Several needled were injected into her arms, medical readouts were displayed in a series of monitors over her head. He wasn't detured. Several of the other girls stood watching a monitor he'd setup, the camera view a bird's eye atop her. Lani, of course, was there. She had reported this dread girl for her inability to learn, to comprehend.
Somehow, the breaking process took more than just her soul, it took her mind and she was lost. She was of no value, even on the market. There were other ways to serve him.
Not so glorious, never as plesant. But for her mind, it would be perfect. Several more tubes pierced her flesh. She was crying so hard, begging, pleeding to be released. "Soon enough, my pet, you will be the perfect servent, and then, you shall be forgiven." These were the last words he spoke to her.
Before the computers began to come alive, and pump chemicals into the girl's body. His arms folded behind him as he watched the process. He'd asked the apprentice to be presant too.
Failure is never an option with him.