Legend of the Immortal

The Playroom

"And this concludes your tour. Miss Trinity, if you will..." Svenson dismissed the three to their rooms, still unable to digest the fact that they were now part of an organisation they knew next to nothing about.

"Now, your monthly hobby will be provided here. I will take my leave now to leave you to your games. All fifteen are waiting inside. Fresh and healthy. Just press the call button to summon one." Svenson said.

Belle waved him away.

Cracking her knuckles, she opened the door to find herself in a white room, mechanisms of all kinds staring back at her.

"Fifteen...I'll have one every other day then." Belle whistled, looking around.

"Let's see here. Science question one!" Belle pressed the call button, a man flopping to the floor, handcuffed and gagged, his legs bound.

The man froze, but a sense of relief filled him, like the sight of Belle had somehow become synonymous with peace.

Belle smiled from afar, the man sighed slowly, believing him to be saved.

Yet, the closer she got, the more sinister the smile got, the more it seemed something far more devious lurked within.

The man calmed himself down, trusting in Belle.

Belle squatted down to meet the gaze of the man and asked softly with a grin,"Why aren't you screaming?"

The man's body went rigid,"Mfmfm?"

"It's no fun if you don't scream!" Belle laughed manically,"Question one! How much pressure can a hand take before all its bones are crushed?!"

Grabbing a tuft of the man'a hair, Belle roughly dragged him to what seemed like some sort of old fashioned hydraulic press.

Forcefully holding him in place, she placed his hand gently on the press.

He was howling, screaming, begging and crying, yet all that came from his mouth were muffled cries.

"Hold up! I need to hold you still! Stake!" Belle hollered.

A metal stake formed and Belle immediately stabbed it through the man's hand.

A sickening crack sounded as the stake pierced skin, muscle and bone.

The man paled, petrified.

Belle roughly grabbed his head and turned it to a part of the wall,"See that wall?" Belle whispered.

The man nodded frantically, fearing he would die the moment he disobeyed,"Mfmfm!"

"It's one way glass. Behind that wall are fourteen more people staring at you and I having so much fun! Don't worry, you'll be my model student!" Belle giggled, crushing his jaw.

The man couldn't cry out anymore, his eyes blurry with blood and tears as unimaginable pain filled him while he could only helplessly stare at the press that would soon crush his hands.

Belle stood at the man's side staring at the pitiful sight,"Did you regret signing the paper for this new government job? Will your wife and kids miss you? Will you be remembered? Well it doesn't matter now, does it? Don't worry. I won't kill you." The man sobbed, right now, death seemed far better than living in utter agony for the rest of his days.

A series of sickening cracks sounded as the press crushed his hand, blood flowing freely.

"Question two! How much blood does a human contain~?" Belle laughed sadistically, dragging the man by his hair.