Post by Gambit on Jun 9, 2007 21:12:21 GMT -5
Remy was strapped to the table. His shirt was off. His hands, or fists rather, where clinched inside large containment gloves. His lower body was still dressed in the tight black leggings worm by all operatives, his boots were being removed as he lifted his head off the table to get a better view of what was going on around him.
To him, this was his first visit here. He had no memory of his numerous other trips into this chamber of horrors. None at all. He swallowed hard, something he had done almost every time, as his red dotted black eyes found a particularly gruesome looking instrument hanging down over his upper body. He looked at the technician now placing cold wires and monitors against his exposed skin. A halo like crown came to rest around his temples and he asked, "What's goin on eh?"
"Ah did a good job las' time, non?" He asked again as he heard the machines start to hum. He was very close to panicking now. This would probably hurt.
To him, this was his first visit here. He had no memory of his numerous other trips into this chamber of horrors. None at all. He swallowed hard, something he had done almost every time, as his red dotted black eyes found a particularly gruesome looking instrument hanging down over his upper body. He looked at the technician now placing cold wires and monitors against his exposed skin. A halo like crown came to rest around his temples and he asked, "What's goin on eh?"
"Ah did a good job las' time, non?" He asked again as he heard the machines start to hum. He was very close to panicking now. This would probably hurt.