That was fast. I apologize in advance for the length here; I tend to be slightly (EXTREMELY) verbose. . . something that I will need to fix. Here it goes.
Cybele woke with a start, her body bolting upwards from her resting position, muscles tensed, and eyes jerking back and forth to take in the milieu about her. Beads of cold sweat ran silently down her face, creating rivulets of perspiration that trickled downward to her chin before plummeting into the darkness. Her breath came in labored, anxious pants, and her throat burned as if she had just drank a glass of needles. Tears came to her eyes, and she rubbed them away with her knuckles vigorously.
What a nightmare, she thought as she continued to search the space around her, realizing that she did not know exactly where she was. She did know, however, that she was not strapped to a metal-topped table and bound by barbed wire; she did know that the room’s walls were not white washed; and she did know that there was no fiend of a man with a sadistic smile and a tea pot looming above her. It was all a nightmare, the horrific end she had met had been nothing but an imaginary terror. But . . . It seemed so . . .
Her breath came to her once more, chest rising and falling at a steady pace now. She looked down to find herself resting in a large, plush chair that all but encased her form comfortably. A large, roaring fire danced joyously within the grated fireplace before her, its warmth caressing her cheeks tenderly before warming her to the bone. She was in a state of tranquility, and the fears that continued to fester in the back of her subconscious began to vanish.
came a voice from behind her. Cybele jumped, startled by the unknown presence. She turned quickly to apologize, but when she saw who it was behind her, she wished she hadn’t.
she whispered hoarsely.
“No, no, no. It can’t be.”
Kloud asked, his facial features contorting with concern.
“I heard you waking, and thought I should check on you.”
The man stepped closer, but not too close as if to make sure that Cybele remained at moderate ease. His hands were hidden from vision, tucked behind his back and obviously holding something.
“Yes, I am fine, and I am comfortable, thank you.”
“Would you like some tea?”
Kloud asked, the edges of his lips curling into a devilish smile. From behind his back, he revealed a single tea pot.
The same pot from the nightmare.
He drew closer, the kettle held out in front of him, its spout tilted downward towards Cybele. She squirmed in her chair, relieved that she wasn’t bound.
she screamed, and as she did so, a deafening boom shook the cozy room. Cybele doubled backward as her hand exploded from the inside, blood and muscle spraying the chair and carpet in human debris. Writhing on the floor and gripping the stub at her wrist, strangled sobs spewed forward from her throat. She couldn’t cry out for help, but at the same time knew no one would come to her aid. This was no nightmare, she was in reality now.
“Now, now, look what you have done. I just cleaned this room, and you have gone and made a bloody mess, no pun intended.”
Kloud inched closer, and as he did so, Cybele clawed at the floor, sliding in an ungainly matter farther from him, and closer to the fire. As she did so, she found her voice, and screamed again.
“I’m warning you, DON’T COME ANY CLOSER!!!!”
Once again a thunderous roar shook the room, and her other hand exploded as if she had just placed it on a land mine. She cried out in agonizing pain, and her right foot met the same end as her hands. Tears streamed down her face, and her head fell to the floor with a thud. Eyes wide with excrutiating pain and fear, Cybele lay still.
“Ah, so you have learned what doom has befallen you. If not, I will explain: when you were asleep I injected you with micro-explosives that react to both the presence of adrenaline and also sonic vibrations of high magnitudes. The explosives were placed in designated areas: your hands and feet, your arms, legs, lungs, heart, and brain. This is not to say that they were necessarily placed in that particular order, so the next time you scream I might have arteries and heart gunk all over my boots.”
Cybele did not respond, but her eyes were fixed on him. Kloud now stood above her, the teapot still in hand, its spout close to her face.
“And this is concentrated acid that will burn through your flesh within moments. But you already knew that.”
As he said this, he poured the contents onto her arm, and she instantly felt her flesh burning. She screamed, and her other foot exploded.
Rolling around on the ground, Cybele knew she was finished. She knew that this monster of a man had gotten her once and for all, and there was nothing she could do about it.
she shrieked, and, just as she did so, a soft, audible tick resonated through her cranium. Moments later, the micro-explosives within her brain activated, disintegrating her skull and much of her cerebral matter. The rest oozed out of the gaping hole that dominated much of her head in liquid form. Blood pooled around her from the myriad of wounds, and Kloud laughed in hysteria.
He then skipped to the chair in which Cybele had just moments before been sitting in in a state of bliss, and poured a small cup of tea from the pot.
“She actually thought I would burn her with acid. . .silly girl.”
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