(Remaster) The Ship of the Tempest

Satisfaction

This chapter will have more gruesome than usual content, just incase you have a vivid mind and are squeamish.

You've been warned.
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Another splatter of blood, and another shrill scream followed by the rattling of chains and the table itself as Marco's world went white with it. She felt a hand clamp over her mouth yet again, the metal gauntlet far too tough to bite on to get any sort of comeback for the agony being given too her.

"Six more chances Marco. You gotta be cooperative, or we'll be here until you lose all of these."

Marco's screams were barely muffled under her hand, but as they finally settled down again, Z73 removed her hand and let the woman breathe heavily yet again. This had been a constant cycle for a few minutes now, Z73 asks her a question, and she would refuse to answer, so she used her fun little toy to...remove a little off the top.

She moved the device onto another finger, holding Marco's hand tightly as the blood gushed out onto her jacket. "Come on Marco, be a pal will you? This ain't nothing compared to what I did to you earlier."

"G...G-Go...to Hell...!"

"Ahh...another time, another wrong answer."

She grabbed the device and squeezed with all her power, and with a snap, it cut clean through Marco's ring finger and severed it, making her scream bloody murder yet again as her left hand had finally lost all of it's fingers. Again she was muffled until she calmed, and when she did, again she was asked as the cycle continued.

"Where did you get the know how for that tech? I'll keep asking until your body dies, then we'll bring you back, and repeat over, and over, and over...until I get what I want."

Marco looked barely coherent as she got her breath back, and with that being the hurdle, Z73 only mildly clamped on her finger to snap her out of the rut she was in. "Tell me."

"...T...The machines...they..."

"The machines themselves did huh? Lines up with what she said. Next question, what made you think doing what you did would have worked, or even could be done in the first place?"

"What...k-kind of...questions...?"

"They never said I have to get real info out of you, I just need to mess you up to my heart's content, and after the shit you pulled, know that you're no where near done."

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Marco let her breath out slowly, the pain in her hands throbbing and horrid, but she was still holding strong. "It...I had...v...visions..."

"Mhm, got that. Makes sense that you'd be having crazy dreams when your insane."

"Shut up...!"

She didn't like that, and immediately snapped the teeth shut, cutting off her sixth finger and making Marco scream again. "No need to be so rude when we're having pleasant conversation."

She took the device away, putting it on a nearby table as she grabbed a cloth and started to clean it off, picking out the bits of flesh and meat still stuck to the teeth before sanitizing it with Alcohol. "Wasn't so hard now was it? You're still alive and well, and since you're a Kansen, bleeding out isn't an easy thing to do."

Marco obviously didn't respond, her breathing irregular as pained wheezes were all she could give as she coped with the loss of yet another finger. Z73 looked back to Marco to watch how she dealt with the pain, soon looking down to the rag she had as a cruel smile slowly grew.

She set the rag down and grabbed a fresh one, dumping some alcohol onto it as she walked back to Marco's side. She gently held Marco's hand with her free one, seemingly being tender with her before she revealed what she was going to do.