Fear Incarnate

Carnival of Horror

Goldstar shyly plodded after the Doctor, she kept having to pull down the revealing skirt of her admittedly tight nurse outfit. The daemonettes to either side delighted in her discomfort, seeming to slurp it up with ever increasing giggles and moans.  So they continued through the bowels of Goldstar's hell. Eventually they reached a lift. The gears and mechanisms were clotted with organic matter and where the button to call the lift was a single solitary eye. But it was far too large to be human. When it somehow began to speak Goldstar felt a cold sweat form, one the daemonettes savored. Hey there Doctor, what can I do for you this fine day?  "The lift if you please." The Doctor responded in his intoxicatingly silky voice. Got it. It'll take a short while. Then the eye turned to Goldstar, its pink iris penetrating her soul and making her feel even worse. Who's the new broad?  the eye asked, looking her up and down. "A new slave-er-assistant." The Doctor replied. You talk to Vandrok about this one?  The eye turned back to the Doctor and he nodded. Eh, alright. But I wouldn't hurt this one too bad, not much real estate to begin with! The eye chuckled to itself, Goldstar started to breath easy believing her test to be completed. She was horrified when several tentacles sprouted from the fleshy walls of the ship and caught her by the limbs, effortlessly pulling her up and spinning her around. The eye then somehow detached from its holding and extended towards her. Heh! She ain't too bad! Good job on this one Doc! The tentacles retreated but not before one slapped her rear with a giggle. She yelped but was shushed by her ever-present daemonette companions, they giggled softly as well. Leaning in close and sniffing deeply, as though attempting to smell her fear. Just when she thought the abominations would tear her clothes off and begin licking any negative emotion she felt off of her, the lift arrived. 

Goldstar tried to press herself as close as possible to the corner as her daemonette companions ran lobster claws across her sweating and shaking body. "You two! Let up for a minute, I'd like to show her my most magnificent creations." The Doctor's words were like a branding iron to the daemons, who retreated with obvious disappointment. Goldstar went to her savior's side, until she realized who it was and drew back a few steps. "Don't be afraid, A proper artist won't kill his audience. Yet." The Doctor chuckled a bit at that last word and Goldstar felt like going back to the corner. When she actually was about to whenthe doors of the lift opened, and she had no choice but to follow. Lest she get harassed by the daemonettes again. In front of her was a long corridor full of windows, each one lit by a pinkish light and casting disturbing shadows on the floor. "Come along now you three, I've spent centuries on these! Its been so long since I last showed someone my collection." The Doctor then walked off with the air of an excited child ready to show off his new toys. Only these were no toys as Goldstar would soon see.

They began with a hunched figure in a padded room, the man was sobbing uncontrollably and his eyes leaked an unnatural amount of tears. So much that they pooled around him and went down a large drain. "Here we see one of my earliest experiments, quite simple really, I simply enhanced the tear ducts of his eyes so they spill constant buckets of tears! Oh my I forgot how much I enjoyed this one!" The doctor then moved to the left and hit a button on the wall, activating a shock collar and making the man raise his head. Showing Goldstar the huge bags under his eyes. "See how large they are? Delightful is it not? I think so." The doctor then went behind him and Goldstar followed shakily. "This one is most delightful as well! I had a lot of fun with this one!" Goldstar stifled a gasp as she looked upon a woman, the woman was muscular and fit clearly a soldier. But she was hung by her wrists from a bizarre machine that enveloped all but her torso, which was heavily scarred and bleeding from many small lacerations. "Yes, the resolute Sister of Battle. The maidens of war! See the machine? It feeds off her faith, which powers her pain! The more she holds faith in her Emperor, the more pain! Why has She has been here for years and never aged you ask? Because the machine feeds off her pain to sustain her body and mind, and what a body it is if  I may say so myself." The Doctor paused to laugh manically for a short while before continuing his explanation. "It is a never ending cycle, she holds faith that the Corpse Emperor will save her, so the machine hurts her, and through that pain she lives more, and because she lives more she thinks her Emperor has a plan, and viola! The cycle begins again! Ingenious is it not!" Goldstar stiffly nodded, her eyes still stuck on the moaning and crying woman. "Well. Let us move on, so many more to see!"