kane lewis ⎠ christopher carrion (wickedstrange) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2010-09-11 22:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | abigail roth, kane lewis, sam victorio |
Who: Kane Lewis, Abigail Roth, & Sam Victorio
What: Kane promised Sam a demonstration, didn't he?
Where: The Hydra Station, the Island, East Jesus Nowhere, the Sea
When: Saturday night.
Warnings: Kane currently possesses the torcha scrunchie. Watch out, homes.
It had been a little less than 24 hours since Kane had brought Miss Abigail Roth to the Island, but it felt like much less. To Kane, at least. He was sure that Abigail perceived time much differently than he did, given the circumstances. For her, every minute must have seemed like an age. He wondered what that felt like, but was also thankful that he'd never find out. He liked being on this side of the glass.
The Hydra was a good place for torture. Dark, dank, and isolated. Quiet and empty. Made the girl's screams all the more clear. Though she wasn't screaming so much anymore. Kane regarded her from the shadows, looking through the glass with vague interest. She looked broken, but she wasn't, not yet. He was impressed that she'd lasted this long. They usually didn't. This Abigail was made of tougher stuff than most humans. She was a challenge. Kane was eager to rise to it.
With a small smirk, he slid out of the shadows and over to the glass splitting the room in half. He tapped on it twice. "You awake in there, gorgeous?" His voice was soft, barely more than a murmur, but he knew she would hear him. Not only was this place perfectly isolated, it also had the benefits of speakers and security cameras. Just down the hall was the control room. Anyone could be watching. Might as well put on a show. "It's time for dinner..."