Christina T and Mouse
A cruel smile curved Christina's lips as she stared down at the limp body of her captive. Time to start. She turned off the IV and soon Mouse's eyelids fluttered open. "Good morning." Mouse didn't say anything, just stared in wide eyed fear as she fought off the drugs. "Strangely enough, I don't think anyone's even close to finding you yet. So, we move onto the next phase. Get up," Christina ordered in a bored voice. Mouse tested her hands and feet and was surprised to find they were unchained. She didn't move however. Christina sighed, and then sent a wave of electricty through Mouse's body. "I said, get up." The now panting girl slid off the bed, knees too unsteady to hold her up. "Actually, that's a good look for you." Christina considered the bowed and shivering heap at her feet.
"Wha-AH!" Mouse arched her back and screamed.
"I didn't give you permission to speak."
"I ain't- AHHHH!" The pain was more prolonged and when Mouse came to, she had been reshackled to the bed.
"When you're in a more obedient frame of mind, I'll come back." Christina's voice echoed hollowly from a speaker over the bed.
Mouse shivered as the lights went out. Now, she was truly terrified. What the hell was going on? What did this woman want her for? At least the IV was out...but considering the darkness pressing in around her, she wondered if that wasn't crueller as the hunger pangs bit at her stomach and her throat rasped from thirst. At least when the sedatives were pumping into her, she didn't care that she wasn't eating. Now...she felt everything. And she was naked. Mouse squirmed in humilation as she thought about the green eyed woman undressing her. Oh god, she hoped someone came soon.
Christina watched Mouse through the infrared cameras set up in the room and hummed along to the city's English station. She turned on the mikes. The harsh rasp of Mouse's breathing, broken occasionally by little whimpers of fear were music to her ears. This was easier then she'd thought it would be...though for an empath being removed from anyone and all emotions would probably be like being blinded for a normal person. You never miss what you have until it's gone. She wondered idly how long it would take for Stockholm's syndrome to take root and flower.
For Mouse to depend on her captors, the people who brought her pain...want to please them in anyway possible and cringingly afraid of their displeasure. Christina almost hoped it would take a while. She depressed a button and leant forward. "How are you feeling, alien?"
"Allons baises-toi!" Christina pressed down on the button for the more severe electric shock. That wasn't very polite. Mouse's body arched and a scream reverberated.
"Please don't swear. I'll repeat the question...how are you feeling, alien?"
"KISS MY ASS!" Christina depressed the button for longer and Mouse spasmed uncontrollably. When she took her finger off the button, Mouse cussed her out in Cajun patois, English and any snippets of languages the streetbrat had picked during her life on the streets. Which amounted to a lot of cussing. Which led to more shocks. Mouse screamed and arched her back one last time before collapsing into unconsciousness.
Christina surveyed her thoughtfully. Now, this really would not do at all. No, definetly not. She decided to add another component to the mental torture she was inflicting. A button was pushed and a low moaning with the occasional whimper and the constant sound of low, raspy breathing filled the cell Mouse was in. The sounds, disconnected from any emotion, would hopefully speed this up. Christina got up and decided to get some dinner from the lovely little cornershop down the road. Some tortillas and perhaps a tequila or two...