((PART 2))

bạn stared hard at the four keys in your hand. The cold silver cools your hot palms. Closing your eyes bạn think over the options bạn have: Blade, Phoebe, Becca, hoặc Silver. Over and over bạn go through the danh sách until bạn finally reached your verdict. Narrowing your eyes bạn go over to Blade. bạn couldn't let her suffer any more. As soon as bạn unlock the restraints bạn can hear her gasp a thank you.

Blade stared at her, still, impaled hand. Slowly she tried to pull her member off, but the dao, con dao was jagged, pulling her hand off was doing thêm damage than before. She could feel the flesh ripping and tearing as the edges tore through the soft meat. Finally with one last jerk she freed herself and fell to the floor, gasping in pain, gradually she stood up and made her way to help bạn with the Silver.

Silver stood, shakily as bạn removed her gag. She gasped but winced as the dirty air hit the blistering, bloody sides of her mouth.She grabbed what was left of the gag and wrapped Blade's hand to help stop the bleeding and ease the pain. She gave bạn a nod of thanks.

bạn stared at the two girls left and cursed your self for having been put in this situation. Suddenly reality hit bạn as bạn realized the girl bạn don't save will lose her life. Will be dead. And it will be all because of you. bạn clutch the keys in your hand and whispered an apology as bạn approached Becca's chair. She whimpered as bạn released her. The onyx haired girl tried rushed over to hold Blade back. But the was knocked aside. The fledgling ran over to Phoebe and pulled on the straps. In result a trap was triggered and a loud metal snap sounded at Phoebe's feet. She gave a suppressed scream as she bit hard, grating her teeth. Bec and Silver stared in horror, tears streaking their dirty faces as they saw the chịu, gấu trap tearing into Phoebe's ankle.
Blood oozed from the wound.

Unexpectedly, the intercom hissed,"Now," slowly an old dirty operating bàn emerged from the floor,"Take the girl bạn chose, unlock her from the chair, and strap her the table." bạn gave Phoebe a sorrowful look and she replied with a nod of understanding. As bạn undid the dark haired girl and released her from the chịu, gấu trap, bạn heard a scream,"Not Phoebe! No!" bạn turned to see Blade trying to hold back tears.

The girl stood,"Blade. This... this is the decision, and I'd rather it be me. Than anyone else. I'd rather it be me... than you."
The pastel haired blonde held back another protest, and nodded.

Slowly Phoebe made her way to the bàn and as bạn walked over bạn heard the voice crackle,"Place her feet and hands in these, strap her down, then back away."

Four chains shifted from the wall, and bạn did as told placing Phoebe in the restrains and tying her down. bạn met your place bởi the three girls. From this point on all bạn could was watch.

The first couple moments it was quiet, the musk was so thick bạn could barely breath. But that silence was broken bởi the the turning of cogs. It was hard to notice but the chains were retracting and rotating slowly. bạn could see the Phoebe's arms and legs being pulled and twisted. "He's going to tear her apart!!" Silver hissed. But no one moved. bạn all watched as bạn heard the the popping of Bones being dislocated, but Phoebe held her cool. She bit back all attempts to scream. The grinding of cogs sped up, barely but they did, and the first tearing of skin was heard; it tore in a jagged fashion exposing muscles and letting blood run loose. The wet, mucky sound echoed. The victim let out the tiniest whimper as strings of skin attempted to stay attached.

It sounded like rubber bands were popping, when the ligaments of her muscles were unraveled and so desperately stuck to each other not wanting to let go.
Green eyes met all of the others, clouded with pain and agony. Bones cracking under the twisting pressure protruded from the remaining flesh. Blood spewed on the ground as one arm was tore away along with her legs. Finally, as the last pieces of flesh gave in to the pressure of the pulling so did Phoebe. She let out a scream, when her last arm was gone. Her body twitched, much like a snake after it dies, in such odd fashions and all the girls and bạn just stood in horror.

Blade let out a loud agonizing cry and made an attempt to run to her but Silver pulled her back.
Quietly, Becca turned, her eyes hiding chips of pain, and whispered hoarsely," On to the tiếp theo stage in Hell." bạn followed her but stopped before two doors and a note with your name on it.

Shakily bạn picked it up and read it.

"Good choosing now to di chuyển on bạn must go either left hoặc right. Both leading to your escape. But... one leads to a long path of tests and trials the other a straight, non-painful way out. Choose wisely.

These girls' lives depend on it.

P.S. Right isn't always... the right choice. But left can be misleading."

((So I came up with Phoebe cause I eenie-meenie-miney-moe'd it...

Well the torture scene came out way worse than I expected. But oh well.. choose your path?

Left
Or
Right?))