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[Dancer]

Disgusting. Flithy. These were not strange words to the dancer. In fact, she was used to much stronger terms for her. She sat there, alone, for a few hours. But, surprisingly, it was the waiting that began to bother her.

No, she wasn't scared. No, she wasn't worried. The pain she was going through, she almost looked forward to it. It was so much worse than that. It was the pain. The endless pain of being without Scarlet that throbbed through her every second she sat still. For a few brief moments she had been granted release with the torture, for a few brief seconds she had it. But now the pain was back and it brought interest. She tried her body over and over again, but it would not move. She resigned herself to her fate of wallowing in aggony.

At last, sweet relief came and the psychopath brought her away from it with his arrival.

"No idea what a red room show is," she bit out, giving her hardened mask another go for its money, "If your looking to torture those close to me," she gave a hideously empty laugh, 'You'll find yourself sorely dissapointed."

The painful irony was not lost on her.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Oh... you poor thing." he said with a twisted smile hidden beneath a playful smile pasted onto his mask. "In essence. People hop on, pay me money and I act it out to the best of my ability." the air almost twisting with each and every word. "Which mind you is the best in the whole Universe." confidence lacing his every word as he walked over to the Comm unit, messing with the Camera as he focused it onto his victim. He had given them time to send in their ideas. But the best were the information.

He wadded through it for a few seconds, there were two distinct groups in a red room. The Information Brokers, and the Sick Freaks. He identified more with the latter, but was always more happy with the Information brokers. And given they had a few hours he got plenty of information. one of the greatest aspects a good torturer needs is just that.

"No... no you see. That is the thing with death. It ain't to permanent with cloning technology." he said as he turned around, taking a few steps closer his eyes leveled with hers as he smiled behind his mask. "Mystique." he said with a jubilant tone, each word laced with a hidden venom as he turned to face the camera, his arms spread out as he imagined he sat in front of a live audience, all on the edge of their seat to watch his performance.
[member=Mystique]

 

[Dancer]

She never was surprised by the depravity of people. And this was no exception. Form her position, Mystique began mouthing the most horrific curses she could think of--in six different languages. If they were going to watch her for their twisted delights, she would do what she could to make them miserable.

It wasn't too surprising that one of them knew her name. After all, before she was a murderer, the dancer had been someone of minor fame. She was good at what she did, and just like him--one of the best.

No, the part that terrified her was the death not being perminant. She swallowed, for half a moment almost terrified at what that could mean. But she quickly shoved that away. Amid all the blood that was splattered across her, she was sure there was no way that he could get a sample of her Scarlet or that he could do anything of note with it.

"I am glad you have freaks to keep you company," she said with a hiss.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"Welcome one and all to the Extravaganza of a show! Welcome, to the legendary Red Room!" he said looking into a camera, completely dismissing the vulgarities that seemed to seep from the girls mouth. "Today! We have the Serial Sillier of Soceras, though mind you. A very poor one." he said as he twirled in place stopping mid way to look back at her. "Now then, I have received the information you lot have given me, Prosecutor199! And you win the thousand dollar prize!" he continued, his voice was crumpled by the mask, though beneath the visage, it was obvious he was mimicking a TV Show host.

"Now then lovely dancer Mystique. We have gotten quite a few requests." his voice zany with that TV Show Smug that always came with them. "Now. As you all know," he said addressing the audience. "I personally. Like Emotional torment. It is wacky, it is effective and everyone has someone they care about." he said as he lowered his head, his hand clutching his chest, "Even I have some people close to me."he said with a smile hidden beneath the mask. His voice would have to do all the projection, since he couldn't do it himself.

"But that is a tale for another day!" bouncing right back, he turned to her, "Now then. Until we can get the DNA we need, which might take some time and start the cloning process." he said with confidence and an air of excitement. "Choose what you want to happen to you!" he said showing a list to her. Scrolling his finger down till he got to the list.

• The Grinder
• Shut your mouth!
• Bug Bite
• Temperature Mash Up
• Electro Shock Thereapy

"Come on, we got a tight schedule to keep and I can't leave the customers on edge anymore." he said with a quiver in his every word, excitement running up the course of his entire body.
[member=Mystique]

 

[Dancer]

She watched with a sense of mounting disgust as the Zeltron continued on this freakish charade of a game show. She doubted those watching had ever even seen a real gameshow--let alone a real woman. She supposed this was some sort of sexual treat for them in that case. She had been numbed into a desensitized mess when it came to that, she didn't care as much anymore what others thought of her.

Instead she watched the list as he pointed out the options. This had to be psychological, she knew it. Making the other person decide what was going to happen to them and somehow that made it feel even worse. Or something like that. She didn't know what any of these were, and she supposed he wanted to be that way; she wondered if he expected her to panic, freak out, or not choose anything at all. But she would show him. She would show that she had no fear, no pain, no shame.

"The Electo shock therapy,' she said with a slight tone of delicious desire on her voice, "at least something would shock me tonight."

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

"And she has chosen!" he yelled as he tossed the pad to the ground, that familiar outstretched pose as he looked to the camera, he was glad that this one was so quick to choose, it gave him more time for the session instead of wasting time watching them beg and cry. "Gammorean, grab me some utensils. I will need a couple of forks and a Speeder battery!" he said in a mocking tone, condescension running through his mouth like sewer water ran through septic tanks.

In a flash the Gammorean rushed towards the table, his hand rummaging through the equipment until he grabbed what was needed, "Perfect, you are getting a raise!" he muttered to the Gammorean, before turning back with two needles in hand, the Gammorean holding two more.

Setting down the Speeder Battery he started to crank the notch to twelve looking at her the whole time with the plastered face. "Now then, you might feel a slight... tingle." he said as his fingers coiled around the forks, proceeding to stab them deep into the flesh. After a few seconds of making sure they were firmly in place he placed the cables around it, his fingers raising three digits as his finger hovered above the on switch.

In the beat of the heart, one digit, fell, then the next. Then the final one as the switch was flicked, a pulsating blast of electricity running through the cables and then straight through the metal forks. "Shocking, I know."
[member=Mystique]

 

[Dancer]

Mystique watched with a cold look as the Thraxis and his pig like companion got to work. They were all pathetic, filthy creatures. And to be fair, they all fit. He was as disgusting as they were and the Gamoreans were as filthy as they came. And she was amid it all, like a queen of filth.

The Queen of Filth. That seemed to fit her well.

Her thoughts were interupted as she felt the needles rammed into her pale, perfect skin. Mystique gave a guttural growl, stiffening what would have been a sharp cry of pain. When he flipped the switch, her world changed. Mystique could feel her body unnaturally tensing and spasming from the voltage running through her. Her long fingers twisted and curled in a deformed, grisly talon-like pose. Her arms and legs twitched, threatening to grow minds of their own and flail out into the world. Colors danced before Mystique's eyes like stars in the midnight sky. Her face twisted, she wanted to scream. To shout. To release the pain in a blood curling screech, but her vocal chords were too tight.

[member="Thraxis"]

 

[Thraxis]

Thraxis almost coiled with delight before stopping the jolts of joy, straitening himself out. His head twisted to the Gammorean, "So, you do these red room things more often then I do. How long do you think we should let it stay on for maximum effect?" he inquired, eyeing the Gammorean and sizing him up. He wasn't fond of the red room. He felt like torturer was a personal thing, something that should only ever be talked about, not watched by thousands of others. But this was a special occasion. One that he wanted others to experience with him.

"Bout five minutes. Get them some good attention and let them relieve themselves." he snorted before looking to the camera with his thumbs up and a tired smile split across his lips. "Normally you don't talk. It overrules the screams so I keep conversation to a minimal during the event." he continued, Thraxis shrugging, he was impressed with the Gammorean, and this definitely earned him a pay rise.

"Fair enough. Imma gonna check the comments, see what the audience wants next." he inquired a brow raised as he looked through the comments, choosing which one to replace Electro. Therapy, though none really took his fancy. Instead leaving the list how it was, and if she could last the whole way through, then she earned a special prize.
[member=Mystique]