Bloody Face and the Dark Mistress

III. Sparky

"Dr. Arden, I have been waiting to talk to you," Rose grinned. Dr. Arden looked at her from over his glasses.

"Somehow I find that highly unlikely," he said.

"Who wouldn't want to talk to a former Nazi?" Rose said her smile widening.

Dr. Arden turned to her and sneered. "Don't talk about things you don't understand, you silly girl."

The door opened and Sister Jude walked in. "Dr. Arden, are we ready?"

Rose looked back at Jude and took a puff of her cigarette.

"Yes, sister," Arden said.

Frank and another guard walked in. "Strap her to the bed," Jude said. Rose stood to her feet put her cigarette in the ashtray and cracked her neck.

"Sorry, boys," she chuckled. "I'm not going down without a fight."

Frank lunged and she moved out of the way, bringing her knee up to hit him in the chest.

He fell to the ground, gasping for air and the second guard attacked. She thrust the palm of her hand upward to the nose, breaking it. He fell back and clutched it, blood flowing.

She turned as Dr. Arden came at her with a syringe, she pushed him away and the two guards grabbed her, despite her struggles they forced her onto the bed and tightly strapped her ankles and wrists down.

Dr. Arden walked over and turned the machine up to fifty. He held the metal pieces covered in cloth in his hands. Rose laughed at him.

"This should be fun," she giggled. Arden snarled and forced a rag in her mouth before flipping the machine switch on. He placed them on her temples and her body jerked up and began violently shaking.

Her mouth seemed to turn upward in a grin.

He turned it off in confusion and pulled out the cloth. She lunged forward but the straps stopped her, so she only got a few inches from his face.

"Neat toy," she laughed. "But not very effective. It's gonna take a lot more than that to make me go coocoo."
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"Can I have a smoke?" Lana Winters said to Rose. Rose glanced at her.

"Sure," she said.

Lana took one and lit it. "You're the Dark Mistress," she said.

Rose nodded and took a puff.

"You were brought with Bloody Face, Kit Walker."

"Things aren't always as they seem, Ms. Winters."

Later on when it was time to go back to the cells Rose heard screaming and cursing.

She walked to the door and pushed it open to find a boy strapped to a bed.

"Rosita Patterson," the demonic deep voice laughed. "I've been waiting to finally meet you."

"Oh, shit," Rose muttered.