It had been cake at first. The music, light, sleep and food deprivation, War had laughed through it all. Truly it was the joke that would never end and she was high off the mad scramble from New Gods and Christians alike.
It was easy to enjoy. Even as her form decayed from the inside out. She had a made a game of trying to identify the strange bits that she had been vomiting on a seemingly never ending basis.
That was until now. Until the pain of a separated existence hit her and War knew it wasn't going to stop for a very long time.
Twisting even as National Security hauled her up she spat a handful of garbled, senseless curses.