Post by GoldenKitten on Apr 4, 2008 16:18:42 GMT -4
Deep down in the bowels of Ninth Division, beyond the facade of typical prison and torture camps the world was allowed to see lay a living hell. The straight and typical hallways gave way to sheer bedrock tunnels lit only by the flickering of a few candles or torches and the deeper one got the stuffier and warmer the surrounding air became, as if one was truly descending into hell. Eventually the rock tunnels gave way to a great sheer rock shaft where a iron wrought spiral staircase took you down for hundreds of feet to a large open cavern. Countless doors lined the perfectly square room which was lit by three flaming chandeliers but one which was five times larger than the rest and bore some archaic symbol was by far the drawing point of most “visitors” eyes. One would approach the massive iron door which was wreathed by a dozen torches and they would utter the word of 'Lupercalia' and slowly but surely the door would creak open. And as those doors opened you would truly descend into hell, into the Basilica of Torments. Screams echoed from all around as the huge metal door swung both sides closed with a massive slam and some sort of lock could be heard sliding into place once more. Inside the Basilica light was harder to come by, lit by an invisible red source instead of the flame from outside which left it hard to see but at the same time most of the workers in the Basilica had adapted to this fact.
A shambling figure cloaked in the black robes of a shinigami walked down the main hall but closer inspection showed he only had the cursory features of a human. His skin was albino white and he was missing a large chunk of his nose, one of his eyes seemed to bear a white cataract while the remaining bright yellow one bulged from the socket as it searched his surroundings rapidly. He was balled and had innumerable burn scars along his scalp which if he had not been wearing his robes would have showcased that his sickly thin body mirrored. As he walked along he nodded to two figures guarding a large arch in the hall who wore the same robes he did but had hoods to mask their faces and they remained motionless though it appeared they both gave slight nods in return. As the man entered one of the primary rooms which bore a long chain construction whose ends disappeared high above in an impenetrable darkness he smiled. While the methods of his captain had always been pleasing he often times did things with so little taste, the Basilica had only come into being since the good lady Laetitia had come into sub-command and she carried out things with a near religiously ritualistic fervor and presentation that was quite to the mans liking. He had to admit even he had, had doubts about being in 9th Division at times until he had been approved as the head Bloodletter of the Basilica. Even the Captain had realized with time just how effective the mistress was and began sending those who had committed crimes befitting of punishments that could not be carried out in public to the Basilica, though everyone here often wondered if the Captain might not have been saving the sweetest meat for himself.
He made his way through several more rooms filled with all form of chained and bladed contraptions that were currently not in use until he heard a loud authoritative voice, it was not yelling but it carried a long distance in the silence. He recognized her voice and smiled at the thought of once again being able to demonstrate his skills before the mistress as she had been getting fewer and fewer chances to join them as things grew busier outside. He picked up the pace and rounded a corner between another set of guards into a room which was obviously the center of the Basilicas workings for the moment with at least seven people within. A giant machine stood toward the back of the room glowing with a bright orange fire as it bellowed great living black smoke into the air and heated the room up significantly as it was a furnace. On each side of the furnace were low hanging rusted iron cages that would normally have kept prisoners pinned to the floor but were currently empty. Before it there was a large table upon which a young derobed man was laying strapped to the bare iron surface with a large unassuming black bubble hovering several feet over his head and the albino man smiled once more at the thought of getting to use his favorite device. All around there stood several figures robed in the same outfit as the guards that had been in the hall who were simply scurrying about to different task while a single man who bore similarity in appearance to the albino man but had dark black hair and wore a strange glowing red monocle sat at the base of the table looking down at some desk.
However it was who stood looking down at the boy on the table that set the mans heart alight. He was certain that anyone could have seen her outward beauty but to someone like himself who appreciated the darkest and cruelest of things she was like viewing the deepest night any being had ever known and she always managed to make his spirit race, he wondered briefly how many people could see this deeper side to her just by looking. She stood up straight once more, her darker skin blending in with the relative darkness and making her movements phantom like and near cabaret. She sported her usual beautiful outfit which gave the setting an all the more ritualistic appearance, as if a priestess before her shrine and the man was struck once more by the sublime beauty of it all.
She seemed to be caressing the boys face with her finger tips as if she was trying to talk to him but he was just giving her a stare as if she were crazy. He sported a few bruises as if he had been roughed up but it was plain to see he had yet to undergo some of the Basilicas funner offerings. The man saw the boy at the table cast a glance in his direction as his head had not been strapped down yet and was pleased when he saw obvious alarm go off in the young eyes at his appearance. Unlike others he was not ashamed of the appearance working here had given him or how the tortures he had experienced had scarred him. In fact he treasured them, feeling it gave him a more forceful presence and he was almost certain the mistress took great pleasure in it as well perhaps seeing it as strength, and that was all the reason he needed. With the boys acknowledgment of his presence Laetitia had spun around and seeing her favorite little Bloodletter gave a big smile as she approached, leaving the boy on the table to think about his future.
“You called good lady?” the man spoke in a deep guttural voice, as if his throat was scarred.
“I did Ronaba, I wanted to use the peeler”, she briefly motioned to the large black bubble above the boy “And who better to work it letting me get up close than my favored Bloodletter?”
“Thank you mam.” he said obvious pride in his voice.
“Come then!”
So with no more words spoken they each walked toward the table, Laetitia back to her stance over the boy and Ronaba to a set of controls at the opposite end of the table to where the other man with the red monocle was sitting. She briefly considered her prized Bloodletter and smiled on the inside, there were not many people that she liked other than Hitotsu because the great majority were weak of will and action, Ronaba was not. While he had suffered significant injuries that kept him from fighting and he had never been horribly strong in the first place he had a strong will and enjoyed the bloodlust as she did. She respected him for that even if she knew others like her Captain didn't. It was for that reason that she allowed him to run the Basilica with an iron fist when she was gone, even if there were stronger contenders all of them knew they would face her wrath if they touched him.
With that momentary reverie out of mind though she turned her attention back to the boy on the table and her choler rose once more. People sickened her as a general rule but people who killed innocents did even more, not out of some sort of good natured heart but rather because picking on unsuspecting or incapable individuals was just dull. If you were going to kill then you should find someone worth killing, if you couldn't do that then you should simply have refrained from it at all and if you did be prepared for the consequences. That was why this man sickened her, a member of the Gotei 13 who got it in his sick mind to just kill his girlfriend from behind one day and with all the evidence in hand it was just her job to have fun with him now. He was wriggling and squirming now as she looked down at him but the shackles were far to strong, even for a shinigami and she went leisurely about bringing the head locks up to the side. She grasped the boy by the forehead and picked his entire front up a few inches before slamming it into the iron table which made him let out a momentary gasp. While he was dazed she fit his head into the locks and tightened the straps so that his body was affixed perfectly straight and he wouldn't be able to move. When she was done and he began to regain his senses he started to whimper as it occurred to him just what he had got himself into. She once more appeared above him and smiled down with a sickeningly sweet look on her face.
“Why'd you do it?” she asked simply but the man didn't respond “I ASKED WHY YOU DID IT!!!??” her voice raised significantly.
“P-please...I just, I just thought it would be fun, I'd never done it before!” but before he could even finish he began screaming at the top of his lung as Laetitia planted the fingernails on her right hand into his thigh and drew blood while injecting opposite reiatsu into the dermis.
“Fun huh? LAZY BASTARD WHAT WAS FUN ABOUT KILLING A WEAK BITCH?!!!”
She pulled her nails out and walked away as he continued to scream while his skin felt like it was on fire. The bored looking Laetitia paced away from him for a moment before looking over at Ronaba and nodding. Without a word he pushed a series of buttons on the board before him and the large furnace behind them all began burning at double its previous speed and heat and the chugging sound of an engine emanated from the black bubble above the boy. Before she could even turn around a loud shrill sound like a blade being unsheathed filled the room and the fire on his skin was quickly forgotten as the boy spotted a massive drill exit a newly formed hole on the black bubble aimed straight for him and spinning rapidly. Wresting her choler under control once more Laetitia re-approached the table and once she was certain the boy could see her again she nodded once more and the large bubble began lowering as the boy resumed his screaming. Laetitia looked on the verge of saying something sinister with a smile splayed across her face once more when with no warning all sound stopped and in the back with one final ball of fire the generator went dark and the black bubble, or peeler stopped it's movement. Before she could grow angry she looked to Ronaba.
“I do not know mistress.” he shrugged.
“Mam.” came a high pitched voice from the red monocle wearing shinigami, “It would appear the fuel source was drained.”
“So...why aren't the workers throwing another in?” she turned around and a worker who had been close enough to hear the comment stopped what he was doing and began backing away silently with an obviously apprehensive nature, clearly sensing the seething anger hiding just below Laetitias calm exterior.
“Well mam, it would seem none have been brought from Rukongai since yesterday.”
Laetitias eyes grew wide and she cursed at the top of her lungs before walking past the table and around the room. She looked into all the low lying cages and with each one that was empty a terrible force grew in her bosom that could be felt all around as more and more of the workers flooded out of the central area. By the time she returned to the table she was visibly shaking with anger and as she approached she reached out with both hands toward the operator clearly intending to grasp his head. Then with the control that was expected of her she realized it was not his fault and after shaking it off and tossing her fist up and down in a miniature tantrum she looked back at him.
“Who was on collection duty this week.”
“Team twelve. Lead by Shizoku Manazuke.” The wavering in his voice betrayed the fear he felt at being at the end of Laetitias wrath that his stoic features tried to hide.
“Get them down here...” she turned around and spotted a nearby guard, “GET THEM DOWN HERE!!! GET THEM DOWN HERE!!! GO!!! GO!!! TEAM TWELVE GET THE FUCKERS DOWN HERE!!!”
As her voice raised and she began hitting the side of the nearby table with her fist the guard didn't need to be asked twice, he ran off down the nearest hall without a word. The two members of the Basilica who sat near her and couldn't get away simply fell into silence while everyone else cleared out of the room, clearly not wanting to be present for whatever was to come. Intelligently neither of the other two spoke to Laetitia and just let her stand perfectly still as she watched the entrance the guard had left through with an unwavering stare for almost twenty minutes, cloaked in complete silence except for the occasional whimper, scream or plead from the boy on the table. Finally with no sign as to how close Laetitia had been to exploding footfalls could be heard coming from the hallway and she walked forward not giving any suggestion as to what she was feeling. A group of six shinigami, looking rather normal and quite out of place among this place of death and pain, especially when trailed by several of the cloaked guards approached her and their already fearful auras went through the roof upon spotting her.
“Which of you is Shizoku?” she spat venomously.
After several seconds a short man with braided brown hair stepped forward, “I...I am fukutaichou.”
Laetitia walked forward and the man tensed but she just gingerly wrapped her hand around his shoulder, “Walk with me.” and he did so despite an obvious desire not to.
“Now Shizoku what is it I ask of you?”
“To locate common criminals in Rukongai and round them up.”
“Correct, and what have you been doing?”
“Searching mam...”
They were now walking through the nearby field of cages and up toward the furnace.
“Ah yes...now what do you see around you?”
He paused and then answered, “Cages...mam...”
“Yes, empty cages right?”
“...Yes.”
The door to the furnace flew open and before anyone could offer up any comments Laeititia punched Shizoku in the gut and sent him flying. He hit the ground rolling and like a perfect strike rolled right through the door to the furnace. The red monocled shinigami obviously having predicted this all along hit a switch and the door slammed shut on him. Laetitia turned back toward the rest of the group, no smile on her face this time, only anger. Even as some of them offered protest against what they saw was happening she ignored them and yelled out.
“EVERY FUCKING ONE OF THESE CAGES BETTER BE FULL BY TONIGHT OR I WILL PERSONALLY INSURE EVERY DAMNED ONE OF YOU WISHES YOU KNEW DEATH!!!”
As if to emphasize her point the furnace clicked on and for nearly twenty seconds there was no sound but the roaring of fire and Shizokus screams. Several of his friends gave protest but most quickly began backing away not wishing to share the mans fate and those who were not were dragged away by the guards. Laetitia was placated with a new source of fuel though and happily hummed her way back over to the table as the peelers engine hummed back to life and the high shrill of the drill engaged once more. The stress that had been placed on the two operators was lost obviously both knowing that her anger had been diverted to the others and they would be safe for now. Over the machine Laetitia fancied she could still hear Shizoku screaming which thanks to the supernatural flames of the furnace wasn't particularly far fetched and she laughed at the thought of him banging around trying to get out as his skin peeled and his blood boiled. The drill was once more lowering and Laetitia gave an under gesture the boy could not see to Ronaba telling him to make it shallow so they could have fun. The boy on the table who had gone forgotten up until this point was once more screaming his head off as he now faced an unstoppable rendezvous with fate with the drill upon him.
“Your skull for the Warmasters throne of Skulls!” she yelled at him in an ecstatic tone.
That was when Laetitia spotted both the operators turned away from their stations and giving salutes, she turned around and smiled.
“Hello Master!” she said as Hitotsu approached with a goofy school girl wave.
Behind her the sound of a drill puncturing through wet soppy meat could be heard but was quickly drowned out by a blood curdling scream. The boys body began to jerk uncontrollably again his restraints as he spat a mixture of curses and pleas that became impossible to understand with time. She turned at this and saw that the drill had gone deep through the boys right eye socket and into his skull, she made a signal to Ronaba to take it up and grimaced.
“Jeez Ronaba way to not pay attention huh?...Is he still alive?” her anger rarely went as high when Hitotsu was around.
“Fu' y'a bish...” the boy and his mutilated eye socket gurgled.
“YAY!!!” she jumped into the air, happy that he wasn't dead yet and watched as the peelers drill retreated and several flaps opened to expose a series of blades and small mechanized plier arms before she turned back toward Hitotsu.
“What did you need Master?!” she sounded almost like a little girl again whenever she spoke to him.
A shambling figure cloaked in the black robes of a shinigami walked down the main hall but closer inspection showed he only had the cursory features of a human. His skin was albino white and he was missing a large chunk of his nose, one of his eyes seemed to bear a white cataract while the remaining bright yellow one bulged from the socket as it searched his surroundings rapidly. He was balled and had innumerable burn scars along his scalp which if he had not been wearing his robes would have showcased that his sickly thin body mirrored. As he walked along he nodded to two figures guarding a large arch in the hall who wore the same robes he did but had hoods to mask their faces and they remained motionless though it appeared they both gave slight nods in return. As the man entered one of the primary rooms which bore a long chain construction whose ends disappeared high above in an impenetrable darkness he smiled. While the methods of his captain had always been pleasing he often times did things with so little taste, the Basilica had only come into being since the good lady Laetitia had come into sub-command and she carried out things with a near religiously ritualistic fervor and presentation that was quite to the mans liking. He had to admit even he had, had doubts about being in 9th Division at times until he had been approved as the head Bloodletter of the Basilica. Even the Captain had realized with time just how effective the mistress was and began sending those who had committed crimes befitting of punishments that could not be carried out in public to the Basilica, though everyone here often wondered if the Captain might not have been saving the sweetest meat for himself.
He made his way through several more rooms filled with all form of chained and bladed contraptions that were currently not in use until he heard a loud authoritative voice, it was not yelling but it carried a long distance in the silence. He recognized her voice and smiled at the thought of once again being able to demonstrate his skills before the mistress as she had been getting fewer and fewer chances to join them as things grew busier outside. He picked up the pace and rounded a corner between another set of guards into a room which was obviously the center of the Basilicas workings for the moment with at least seven people within. A giant machine stood toward the back of the room glowing with a bright orange fire as it bellowed great living black smoke into the air and heated the room up significantly as it was a furnace. On each side of the furnace were low hanging rusted iron cages that would normally have kept prisoners pinned to the floor but were currently empty. Before it there was a large table upon which a young derobed man was laying strapped to the bare iron surface with a large unassuming black bubble hovering several feet over his head and the albino man smiled once more at the thought of getting to use his favorite device. All around there stood several figures robed in the same outfit as the guards that had been in the hall who were simply scurrying about to different task while a single man who bore similarity in appearance to the albino man but had dark black hair and wore a strange glowing red monocle sat at the base of the table looking down at some desk.
However it was who stood looking down at the boy on the table that set the mans heart alight. He was certain that anyone could have seen her outward beauty but to someone like himself who appreciated the darkest and cruelest of things she was like viewing the deepest night any being had ever known and she always managed to make his spirit race, he wondered briefly how many people could see this deeper side to her just by looking. She stood up straight once more, her darker skin blending in with the relative darkness and making her movements phantom like and near cabaret. She sported her usual beautiful outfit which gave the setting an all the more ritualistic appearance, as if a priestess before her shrine and the man was struck once more by the sublime beauty of it all.
She seemed to be caressing the boys face with her finger tips as if she was trying to talk to him but he was just giving her a stare as if she were crazy. He sported a few bruises as if he had been roughed up but it was plain to see he had yet to undergo some of the Basilicas funner offerings. The man saw the boy at the table cast a glance in his direction as his head had not been strapped down yet and was pleased when he saw obvious alarm go off in the young eyes at his appearance. Unlike others he was not ashamed of the appearance working here had given him or how the tortures he had experienced had scarred him. In fact he treasured them, feeling it gave him a more forceful presence and he was almost certain the mistress took great pleasure in it as well perhaps seeing it as strength, and that was all the reason he needed. With the boys acknowledgment of his presence Laetitia had spun around and seeing her favorite little Bloodletter gave a big smile as she approached, leaving the boy on the table to think about his future.
“You called good lady?” the man spoke in a deep guttural voice, as if his throat was scarred.
“I did Ronaba, I wanted to use the peeler”, she briefly motioned to the large black bubble above the boy “And who better to work it letting me get up close than my favored Bloodletter?”
“Thank you mam.” he said obvious pride in his voice.
“Come then!”
So with no more words spoken they each walked toward the table, Laetitia back to her stance over the boy and Ronaba to a set of controls at the opposite end of the table to where the other man with the red monocle was sitting. She briefly considered her prized Bloodletter and smiled on the inside, there were not many people that she liked other than Hitotsu because the great majority were weak of will and action, Ronaba was not. While he had suffered significant injuries that kept him from fighting and he had never been horribly strong in the first place he had a strong will and enjoyed the bloodlust as she did. She respected him for that even if she knew others like her Captain didn't. It was for that reason that she allowed him to run the Basilica with an iron fist when she was gone, even if there were stronger contenders all of them knew they would face her wrath if they touched him.
With that momentary reverie out of mind though she turned her attention back to the boy on the table and her choler rose once more. People sickened her as a general rule but people who killed innocents did even more, not out of some sort of good natured heart but rather because picking on unsuspecting or incapable individuals was just dull. If you were going to kill then you should find someone worth killing, if you couldn't do that then you should simply have refrained from it at all and if you did be prepared for the consequences. That was why this man sickened her, a member of the Gotei 13 who got it in his sick mind to just kill his girlfriend from behind one day and with all the evidence in hand it was just her job to have fun with him now. He was wriggling and squirming now as she looked down at him but the shackles were far to strong, even for a shinigami and she went leisurely about bringing the head locks up to the side. She grasped the boy by the forehead and picked his entire front up a few inches before slamming it into the iron table which made him let out a momentary gasp. While he was dazed she fit his head into the locks and tightened the straps so that his body was affixed perfectly straight and he wouldn't be able to move. When she was done and he began to regain his senses he started to whimper as it occurred to him just what he had got himself into. She once more appeared above him and smiled down with a sickeningly sweet look on her face.
“Why'd you do it?” she asked simply but the man didn't respond “I ASKED WHY YOU DID IT!!!??” her voice raised significantly.
“P-please...I just, I just thought it would be fun, I'd never done it before!” but before he could even finish he began screaming at the top of his lung as Laetitia planted the fingernails on her right hand into his thigh and drew blood while injecting opposite reiatsu into the dermis.
“Fun huh? LAZY BASTARD WHAT WAS FUN ABOUT KILLING A WEAK BITCH?!!!”
She pulled her nails out and walked away as he continued to scream while his skin felt like it was on fire. The bored looking Laetitia paced away from him for a moment before looking over at Ronaba and nodding. Without a word he pushed a series of buttons on the board before him and the large furnace behind them all began burning at double its previous speed and heat and the chugging sound of an engine emanated from the black bubble above the boy. Before she could even turn around a loud shrill sound like a blade being unsheathed filled the room and the fire on his skin was quickly forgotten as the boy spotted a massive drill exit a newly formed hole on the black bubble aimed straight for him and spinning rapidly. Wresting her choler under control once more Laetitia re-approached the table and once she was certain the boy could see her again she nodded once more and the large bubble began lowering as the boy resumed his screaming. Laetitia looked on the verge of saying something sinister with a smile splayed across her face once more when with no warning all sound stopped and in the back with one final ball of fire the generator went dark and the black bubble, or peeler stopped it's movement. Before she could grow angry she looked to Ronaba.
“I do not know mistress.” he shrugged.
“Mam.” came a high pitched voice from the red monocle wearing shinigami, “It would appear the fuel source was drained.”
“So...why aren't the workers throwing another in?” she turned around and a worker who had been close enough to hear the comment stopped what he was doing and began backing away silently with an obviously apprehensive nature, clearly sensing the seething anger hiding just below Laetitias calm exterior.
“Well mam, it would seem none have been brought from Rukongai since yesterday.”
Laetitias eyes grew wide and she cursed at the top of her lungs before walking past the table and around the room. She looked into all the low lying cages and with each one that was empty a terrible force grew in her bosom that could be felt all around as more and more of the workers flooded out of the central area. By the time she returned to the table she was visibly shaking with anger and as she approached she reached out with both hands toward the operator clearly intending to grasp his head. Then with the control that was expected of her she realized it was not his fault and after shaking it off and tossing her fist up and down in a miniature tantrum she looked back at him.
“Who was on collection duty this week.”
“Team twelve. Lead by Shizoku Manazuke.” The wavering in his voice betrayed the fear he felt at being at the end of Laetitias wrath that his stoic features tried to hide.
“Get them down here...” she turned around and spotted a nearby guard, “GET THEM DOWN HERE!!! GET THEM DOWN HERE!!! GO!!! GO!!! TEAM TWELVE GET THE FUCKERS DOWN HERE!!!”
As her voice raised and she began hitting the side of the nearby table with her fist the guard didn't need to be asked twice, he ran off down the nearest hall without a word. The two members of the Basilica who sat near her and couldn't get away simply fell into silence while everyone else cleared out of the room, clearly not wanting to be present for whatever was to come. Intelligently neither of the other two spoke to Laetitia and just let her stand perfectly still as she watched the entrance the guard had left through with an unwavering stare for almost twenty minutes, cloaked in complete silence except for the occasional whimper, scream or plead from the boy on the table. Finally with no sign as to how close Laetitia had been to exploding footfalls could be heard coming from the hallway and she walked forward not giving any suggestion as to what she was feeling. A group of six shinigami, looking rather normal and quite out of place among this place of death and pain, especially when trailed by several of the cloaked guards approached her and their already fearful auras went through the roof upon spotting her.
“Which of you is Shizoku?” she spat venomously.
After several seconds a short man with braided brown hair stepped forward, “I...I am fukutaichou.”
Laetitia walked forward and the man tensed but she just gingerly wrapped her hand around his shoulder, “Walk with me.” and he did so despite an obvious desire not to.
“Now Shizoku what is it I ask of you?”
“To locate common criminals in Rukongai and round them up.”
“Correct, and what have you been doing?”
“Searching mam...”
They were now walking through the nearby field of cages and up toward the furnace.
“Ah yes...now what do you see around you?”
He paused and then answered, “Cages...mam...”
“Yes, empty cages right?”
“...Yes.”
The door to the furnace flew open and before anyone could offer up any comments Laeititia punched Shizoku in the gut and sent him flying. He hit the ground rolling and like a perfect strike rolled right through the door to the furnace. The red monocled shinigami obviously having predicted this all along hit a switch and the door slammed shut on him. Laetitia turned back toward the rest of the group, no smile on her face this time, only anger. Even as some of them offered protest against what they saw was happening she ignored them and yelled out.
“EVERY FUCKING ONE OF THESE CAGES BETTER BE FULL BY TONIGHT OR I WILL PERSONALLY INSURE EVERY DAMNED ONE OF YOU WISHES YOU KNEW DEATH!!!”
As if to emphasize her point the furnace clicked on and for nearly twenty seconds there was no sound but the roaring of fire and Shizokus screams. Several of his friends gave protest but most quickly began backing away not wishing to share the mans fate and those who were not were dragged away by the guards. Laetitia was placated with a new source of fuel though and happily hummed her way back over to the table as the peelers engine hummed back to life and the high shrill of the drill engaged once more. The stress that had been placed on the two operators was lost obviously both knowing that her anger had been diverted to the others and they would be safe for now. Over the machine Laetitia fancied she could still hear Shizoku screaming which thanks to the supernatural flames of the furnace wasn't particularly far fetched and she laughed at the thought of him banging around trying to get out as his skin peeled and his blood boiled. The drill was once more lowering and Laetitia gave an under gesture the boy could not see to Ronaba telling him to make it shallow so they could have fun. The boy on the table who had gone forgotten up until this point was once more screaming his head off as he now faced an unstoppable rendezvous with fate with the drill upon him.
“Your skull for the Warmasters throne of Skulls!” she yelled at him in an ecstatic tone.
That was when Laetitia spotted both the operators turned away from their stations and giving salutes, she turned around and smiled.
“Hello Master!” she said as Hitotsu approached with a goofy school girl wave.
Behind her the sound of a drill puncturing through wet soppy meat could be heard but was quickly drowned out by a blood curdling scream. The boys body began to jerk uncontrollably again his restraints as he spat a mixture of curses and pleas that became impossible to understand with time. She turned at this and saw that the drill had gone deep through the boys right eye socket and into his skull, she made a signal to Ronaba to take it up and grimaced.
“Jeez Ronaba way to not pay attention huh?...Is he still alive?” her anger rarely went as high when Hitotsu was around.
“Fu' y'a bish...” the boy and his mutilated eye socket gurgled.
“YAY!!!” she jumped into the air, happy that he wasn't dead yet and watched as the peelers drill retreated and several flaps opened to expose a series of blades and small mechanized plier arms before she turned back toward Hitotsu.
“What did you need Master?!” she sounded almost like a little girl again whenever she spoke to him.