"Zoom..."
Their heads turned toward the wall that slid open, revealing an elegant woman as she entered.
They noticed the change in their target's aura. Previously, they had perceived her as a lazy, indifferent woman. Now, there was madness and cruelty in every step she took.
Cyra was in her true form, no longer hiding- it was her personal space, and she didn't bother to restrain herself.
She walked calmly towards a chair, sitting down with her legs crossed, and fixed them with a calm, unblinky stare.
Their bold gaze, once defiant, quickly dropped under the pressure of her presence. Yet none of them spoke, unwilling to betray their organization.
Cyra nodded to herself, approving of their tenacity. They would be a joy to break, she thought.
She stood up and went to a table filled with various torture tools. Picking up a small cup, she extended her fangs and let venom drip into the cup.
Feeling the quantity was enough, she retracted her fangs, licked her lips, and filled a syringe with the venom.
Her silent actions were perford under the fearful, watchful eyes of her captives. The eerie calm she oozed out only deepened the dread that enveloped the room.
Cyra walked towards the woman close to her and injected the syringe into her. The woman struggled, but the chains binding her to the wall held her tightly, giving her no chance to escape.
Cyra ignored the woman's threatening gaze as she emptied the syringe, venom coursing into her veins. Cyra paid no attention to others, focusing entirely on her task.
Returning to the table, she picked up a scalpel and paused. She tapped on the music section on her hologram screen, and a loud, musical instrunt song filled the room, drowning out all other sounds.
She pressed a section of the wall, and a concealed bed slid out, positioning horizontally. Without a word, Cyra bound the woman to the bed, ensuring she couldn't move an inch.
Cutting away the woman's clothing, leaving her naked beneath the harsh light. Retrieving the hose, she blasted her with cold water, washing away her gri and sweat. The water drained away through the floor, flowing out of the drainage system connecting to the glass house garden.
The two others watched Cyra's systematic actions, dread filling their hearts as they swallowed hard from fear.
The woman on the bed's emotions had changed from her usual calm fearless gaze to a fearful one, though her pride prevented her from showing any visible weakness.
Cyra brought the scalpel to the woman's skin, peeling it slowly and with fineness.
"Mm..." The woman bit down hard on her lips, drawing blood as she suppressed her screams.
Cyra's skill was horrifying. She peeled away the skin without allowing any drop of blood to flow, as though she was peeling the outer part of an egg to show the whiteness inside.
Tears filled the woman's eyes as every brush of air against her red raw flesh brought unbearable pain.
"Ahhh..." The woman's screams were drowned out by the loud music. The others froze, horror-stricken as they watched the woman being tortured, while Cyra's face remained cold and focused, her hand working with chanical precision.
The woman begged to fall unconscious, but her plea was not granted; instead, her mind was clearer than before, feeling every skin peeled away from her body.
When Cyra was done peeling away her skin from her body, her body was spamd with excruciating pain. She was soaked in sweat, and the saltness in her sweat rubbed on the wounds, adding another layer of pain to her soul.
Cyra waited and all of them watched a new skin growing on the woman's body again.
The new flesh that ca out was a very sensitive tender pink. They watched in horror at the unbelievable sight before their eyes.
It was at this mont the last two knew they entered a pit of hell willingly. When Cyra picked up another torture tool the woman shouted
"Please kill ...I will tell you everything..." The song was too loud drowning out her screams.
Cyra picked up a hamr and started breaking every single bone on the woman's body.
The woman could only let out tears and breathless moans, unable to scream anymore. Her sensitive body maximizes the pain a triple fold.
Cyra picked up her glass cup and put it into the woman's wrist and tore her artery open, and blood dropped, filling the cup full.
The other blood following from her wrist went through the drainage into the flower seeds feeding them nutrition.
Cyra brought the glass to her lips and drank the blood her face tinged with pleasure. She licked her lips savoring the taste of dread, hatred, and hopelessness.
All her favorite tastes in one. Everybody shivered with fright as they watched her elegant movent and was certain she was a demon's incarnate.
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