In Control (HIATUS)

Ch 24: Azrael?

No on pov:

"How is she today?" A deep and gravelly voice spoke out. A certain hint of joy and mischief sounding out behind their words.

"She's killed more and seems highly unstable. Are we sure-" A gunshot sounds off as the man's body falls to the floor. A scowl replaces the once happy face of the leader.

"I'm getting tired of people questioning me. Just tell me the answers, not your worries." He groaned out to the small group of scientists behind him. They all nodded and bowed their heads to him.

"Alright... bring her in." He said with a smile, waving his team off. They quickly rushed out to handle what tasks they were given.

He sat down and watched with his two companions by his side, Vicki and Dimitri waiting just as patiently for the show to unfold. Moments later a person bound and gagged was wheeled in by a few scientists. They struggled and shouted as they transferred her to the special chair.

"Look at her. She's taking the supplements well." Midnight laughed, looking over the woman's body and it's reaction to the drugs.

They placed her in the metal chair that held iron wraps around her arms and legs to keep her from moving. She struggled and tried to free herself to no avail still, loud and desperate shouts coming from her. Placing a mouth guard in her mouth they quickly worked on the machines behind her.

Her body was covered in sweat and blood with a harsh and unnaturally haunted look in her eyes. She looked exhausted and slightly defeated but still held out, hoping to be freed soon enough. The door to the sterile room opened with the man who brought her this much pain.

"You're looking great." He chuckled and moved closer to her. She strained and yelled through the slight gag, trying to rip her arms and legs free.

"Start." He told the doctors and scientists behind her. With a nod they started up the machine and doused her in water.

"Know that I do this for you. I need to make sure you'll listen." Going to a table with a lever he smiled at her, his hand grasping the object.

Pulling it down sent a torrent of electricity through her, shocking and frying her mind and body. Loud and agonizing screams filled the room. Azrael's body desperately tried to free itself from the constraints, the pain overpowering her. Turning the electricity off gave her a moment to breathe and gather herself.

"You'll kill who I say Azrael, no questions asked." The lever is pulled again and the screams fill the room once again.

A smile stayed plastered on his face as he tortured her. He found enjoyment with the methods and outcomes of the womans pain. He stayed there for hours, turning the machine on and off to see her struggle and beg for a break.

He only relented when one shock to many made her convulse and seize up. They pulled her from the machine and set her down, watching her vitals spike and send her into cardiac arrest. They doctors shouted to try and keep her alive while the threat of Midnight near them made them work double.

"If she dies then it's everyone's heads!" He shouted to the staff. They all nodded and worked on her, doing cpr after her convulsing had stopped.

15 minutes of touch and go before she was brought back. Her breathing was weak and faint but she was alive. He smiled down at her, brushing some hair from her sweaty face. Twirling it in his hand he found pleasure in her near demise, a cruel smirk on his face.