Daisy grew increasingly nervous as the appointed time for her daily session with Dr. Wilson drew near. Okay, more than nervous. Scared. She fancied herself as brave, as tough as the next woman--but even strong men broke under torture eventually. And for them, death meant the end of torture.
No such luck for her. Dr. Mengele seemed to take great and sadistic glee in discovering exactly where her limits lay. How large a dose of this drug or that one could she endure before she passed out or "died" again? How quickly did she heal from cuts as opposed to burns chemical or otherwise? If he removed a nail, how quickly did it grow back? What about a finger joint? A tooth?
Daisy felt her heart sink when the bolt clanked and her door opened. She felt a moment of joy to see Ami, instantly dashed when she was dragged into the room by a guard, followed by anothe white lab-coated sadist. This was the first time she'd seen Ami since they were attacked in the garden. Was this a prelude to another "lesson"?
If Ami's arrival made her nervous, the appearance of Dr. Mengele instelled outright terror. For more than a week he'd been playing his sadistic games, doing "research" on her ability to endure pain and injury. His exchange with Dr. Sakai told Daisy everything she needed to know.
She scrambled off the bed with panicky haste, putting it between them. She snatched up the pillow to use as a shield. Dr. Mengele turned to face her. "Miss Adair," he said in a voice full of boredom, "must we go through this again?"
Daisy said nothing. She glanced from Mengele to Sakai to Ami to the goon who held Ami by one arm. She didn't look Ami in the eyes, though. She couldn't face another torture session with that bastard, even if they were going to take it out on Ami. She just couldn't.
Tears filled her eyes and her vision swam. Daisy wanted to explain to Ami, beg her to forgive her for her weakness, her cowardice. Dr. Mengele was still talking but Daisy paid him no attention. She cowered in the corner, clutching the pillow like it was her last hope of salvation, wondering where the whimpering noises were coming from.
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[Daisy] We Band of Buggered (tag Ami)
Date: 2006-08-06 05:35 am (UTC)No such luck for her. Dr. Mengele seemed to take great and sadistic glee in discovering exactly where her limits lay. How large a dose of this drug or that one could she endure before she passed out or "died" again? How quickly did she heal from cuts as opposed to burns chemical or otherwise? If he removed a nail, how quickly did it grow back? What about a finger joint? A tooth?
Daisy felt her heart sink when the bolt clanked and her door opened. She felt a moment of joy to see Ami, instantly dashed when she was dragged into the room by a guard, followed by anothe white lab-coated sadist. This was the first time she'd seen Ami since they were attacked in the garden. Was this a prelude to another "lesson"?
If Ami's arrival made her nervous, the appearance of Dr. Mengele instelled outright terror. For more than a week he'd been playing his sadistic games, doing "research" on her ability to endure pain and injury. His exchange with Dr. Sakai told Daisy everything she needed to know.
She scrambled off the bed with panicky haste, putting it between them. She snatched up the pillow to use as a shield. Dr. Mengele turned to face her. "Miss Adair," he said in a voice full of boredom, "must we go through this again?"
Daisy said nothing. She glanced from Mengele to Sakai to Ami to the goon who held Ami by one arm. She didn't look Ami in the eyes, though. She couldn't face another torture session with that bastard, even if they were going to take it out on Ami. She just couldn't.
Tears filled her eyes and her vision swam. Daisy wanted to explain to Ami, beg her to forgive her for her weakness, her cowardice. Dr. Mengele was still talking but Daisy paid him no attention. She cowered in the corner, clutching the pillow like it was her last hope of salvation, wondering where the whimpering noises were coming from.