Silver stepped into the portal. She had heard rumors about this place. Reportedly those who perish here have no recollection of it and can't see their bodies in the photographs, although everyone else can. Time seems to have no meaning in this area of phenominon, and whenever someone's body perishes in this realm their body always seems to return completely unscathed to their bedroom in the facility. "This is a time for revenge." Silver grinned to herself. "I can get two bodies and torture them both."
There was one more thing Silver remembered as she stepped into the vortasmal paradox. The first one though the portal was always the dominant one who could never be punished or overpowered. Everyone else after that was at the mercy of the first. Silver walked though a hallway then stopped, hearing the vortex close behind her and her sisters familiar voice echoing off the concrete-like walls. "They are here, now time to figure out what to do with them."
The white dragoness took a leap into an overhead space in the hallway. and hunkered into the shadows. Her body disappeared from sight and became transparent as the realm granted her access to a sort of invisibility perk. It was only temporary and would wear off when she decided it was no longer needed, but for now, it was exactly what she wanted.
Royal and her demon fennec boyfriend walked through the hallways, constantly shouting for Silver. "You did see her come in here, right?" Fursat asked, giving his future bride a kiss on the cheek. "Yes, I didn't see her in the hallways in reality. I'm sure she went in here." Both of the furries turned down the hallway Silver was in and her radar-like ears followed them closely as they drew near. Silverquietly slipped out of the crawl space and landed with hardly a sound after the two walked by. One could see her, almost like the Chesire Cat's smile, just moments before she grabbed both of their heads and knocked them together just enough to render them both unconscience for a few minutes.
Looking for a room to torture these two, the shite dragoness drug them both by their tails down to the first vacant door. As she drew closer the door automatically opened, as if it knew this would be her desire. Silver peered inside and noticed several ankle shackles, a binding table, and a computer console. The ceiling boasted a several foor diameter sawblade with what looked like an adjustable swinging arm. "Perfect." She smiled, dragging the two still unconscious subs into the room.
She let them both go once the door behind her closed and strutted over to the wall with the more personal restraint equipment. "Hrmm. Gags, Ropes, syrenges... Aah! Here we go!" Silver's eyes became wide with malicious intent as she reached into a clear box. Pulling it's contents out she realised it was two thick metal shackles with short prisoner-like chains linking them together. "Lets see miss kangaroo writhe her was out of this!!" Almost as soon as she said that, several panels of the ceiling came down as if attached to a robotic arm and arced themselves into a slightly angeled position. It was as if this room was reading her mind. She watches as the two panels split apart at the horizontal center and two holes on either side revealed themselves.
She grabbed the still onconscience kangaroo by the tail and roughly moved her over to th panel. She placed both ankles into the fitting slots, then moved the top panel down. A click was heard and ceiling panel was hoisted back into the air, strangely enough right in line with the sawblade that was still in the ceiling several feet away. The roo was doomed. The white dragoness took a few steps towards and behind her sister amd grabbed her dangling arms. She opened the cuffs and proceeded to lock her sister's arms behind her back. "There you go bitch, this will remind you never to throw a pie at me and wake me up." Jamie had ratted on Royal during the haloween party, and Silver wasn't about to let a mean act go unpunished.
"And now for your boy." Silver sneered as she picked Fursat's limp body up from the ground and moved him over to the restraint chair, followed by locking his arms and legs into the proper recepticals. The bahamutess looked at both, almost like animals waiting to be slaughtered. This was the only place that was recently allowed in the labs to kill someone, as then they wouldn't actually die. Silver's wings fluttered as she walked between the two and around to the console. "Now if only these two were awake."
A fast breeze blew through the air ducts, giving Silver a shudder. It smelled like brimstone and fermented meat and bothered her nose a little. She sneezed for a moment and looked back at the two. They were regaining consciousness. "Good, you two are awake." the blue bellied girl gleefully exclaimed. "What, Where am I?" Royal said. "And why are you on the ceiling sis?" The roo looked at her sister as she pointed to the actual ceiling. "You my dear brood sister, are in fact on the ceiling. Your boy, over there." Silver pointed closer to Royal "Is about to find out what being on the cutting edge of technology means." Fursat squirmed in his shackles and looked over to the unchained Silver. "What do you mean by that?" He questioned, a hint of german accent in his voice.
Silver pressed a button on the console and pulled down on a lever. "I mean this." All three of the participants looked as the giant ceiling blade swung down like a pendulum, just barely missing Fursat's nose, and narrowly missing Royals female slit. "This machine here." Sneered Silver, "Is what I like to call the epitimy of getting a split personality." The sawblade arced back, narrolwy missing Fursat's muzzle again.
"HEY!" screamed royal, "You can't kill my man! Come on now sis, what did he do!" Royal screamed in defense of her boyfriend. She struggled against her bindings, but to no avail. "Come on now! Leave him alone!" Royal screamed again. "Nah. Jamie tattled on you for splatting me in the face, so now both you and your boy get the punishment. After all, I've got to be fair to you both." Silver said as she crossed her arms and evily glared at the two of them.
Strange though, that none of them saw that Fursat was fighting to not be aroused by this sadistic act. He just hoped silently to himself that the blade wouldn't slice into his crotch sack first.
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