Trap

Several Kilometers Near Sector C

"Where am I..."

A electronic hum was all she could hear, vibrating through the corridors like a ghostly bellow as it screeched hesitantly, possibly falling apart from disrepair. Every second, she hears a loud boom which she immediately recognized was a mobile suit. But despite the noise, she couldn't open her eyes,her head was spinning too rapidly. It hurt her consciousness every time she moved amongst the bright lights. She could barely remember nothing after being taken away, only being knocked out with electricity and a baseball bat after a passing a checkpoint near some docks. She sniffed a while. Smelling nothing more than a moldy mess of dried blood and tears.

"You know of your partner's mistakes? Why even attempt such a ridiculous grab of power just to kill two bad guys?"

She heard a voice. Sensing how he seemed annoyed by a lack of response. Breaking his silence was a moaning lady, someone she knew was her friend. She was panting badly, sounding as if her life was nearly taken in an instant several times after she woke up. She really want to break out, take a listen as to what was going on. But her pain was getting too absurd to ignore.

"Didn't you realize the impact of ignorance? You puttana!"

She joked at his face, laughing like a clown with nothing to lose. She hears her confused, unsure of what had happened when she was knocked out, hearing nothing more than a faint scream of pain. Her voice becoming coarse from what seems like bleeding in her throat. Then silence. She heard nothing but arguing men who simply were tired of seeing no progress.

"You better bet we will kill you when you are awake!" She hears him shout at her injured friend. Somehow silently moaning and weeping as they stormed out of the room.

"Sergio? SERGIO!"

Her mind was on her friend, now starting to lose her life. She couldn't believe the corruption that was still around. Torturing the poor soul for some words.

"All because of a computer..."

She began to moved out of her way, attempting to free herself as she struggled to open her eyes. Her eyelids fluttering, hoping for some rest but she could bear to watch what comes next. In her sight, was a hazy cloud of light. Blinding her every step to simply do a simple task. Around her was a blank slate. A white painted wall with what seemed like a tinted window. Around the walls, mold was forming rapidly, covering and corroding it's clean mixture with thick black bubbles she rather not touch and green flakes emerging from the shadows.

The room was in an incredible state of disrepair. She moves around, looking behind to see a large electrical tube which obstructed her back. The wall tying her bounds.

She quickly attempt to pull the tube out with force. Nudging it like a door shut tight. But all she could feel was the sudden jolt of electricity burning through her head and limbs, urging her to scream at the feeling of such a painful sensation as it burned through her tongue.

"How does it feel Ms Shane?" A brutish female wanders into the room as the doors hissed in delight, prepared to watch her strike her down with no remorse, in glee of her weapon dragging her down with her boyish Russian accent. Shane looked at her closely, clearly seeing how she seemed to be part of a gym for a long time. Her body was buffed, similar to that of a male bodybuilder, as she looked down on her in her large trousers and large shirt. Her fists moved closer to her face, completely covered with tape and blood stains. Probably as trigger happy as her attitude. Completely feeling unsympathetic to her actions earlier. She nudged her shirt, pulling closer to her face as her prisoner finally realized her body had been 'tampered' with.

Her white stained jacket she remembered she was wearing was nowhere to be seen with her shirt messily torn and left ajar somehow. Her pants were seemingly cut messily, revealing her bruised knee and stains that seemed like blood. She looks down, looking through her torn clothes to reveal a large scar in her chest.

"YOU PIECE OF S-"

She attempts to look her in the eye, cold from her stare and attempting to assert her power despite the physical abuses she had faced. She doesn't even know what or how much was done to her. But she isn't taking any chances.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE BOTH OF US?"

She screamed at her face, saliva splattering onto her face as she angrily punched her, her nose now bleeding profusely as she slowly got up. Her teeth now filled with blood from her failure and ill-response.

"Be glad I never asked my men to head straight down the zip. But they certainly would like too right now."

She smiled, listening to her men behind her laughed. Very certain of attempting an assault on her as she clenched her fists to protect herself. Horrified as to how they were even hired.

"Perhaps they were joking?" She thought to herself, knowing of worldwide condemnation. But ever since hearing the pain of her friend, she could only hope she hadn't been touched.

The brute lady wandered slowly, stroking on the metallic machine that seemed to be stuck behind her.

"This machine is my scientist's greatest creation. Completely made to immobilize a hero like you. Rip it off and a high voltage of electricity will surge through your body, instant paralysis." She slowly made her way down the metal pipes, stroking her hair and her jib as she felt every stroke of foreign movement on her body. Pinning her face with one finger, pushing her to one side as she continued, "But that doesn't matter. Your actions have received international condemnation. No lawyer can save you. One word and you would be dead in your sleep. Isn't this fun?" She giggled as her men watched, smiling creepily as if under her influence.

The sight shook her, their looks extremely corrupted by control as she attempted to stood upright. Completely bored and rather unamused by their actions amid the lurch back from her neck, the sensation of liquid being sucked away tingling her nerves. She looks ahead, staring at the brutish woman and the ignorance of her own pain, silently feeling the sharp whack of a long black rubber whip, sharp to the touch as she feels the heat from the large tension stored for so long between her sweaty palms.

"A lady with dominatrix powers?" She looked away, attempting to break her control. Such powers were rare in Oflip ever since the experiments. But even then she would had known by now who had such powers. Did she missed out on one?

She could only look away, watching the woman lick her tongue in glee at her new toy. But each pull of the whip pulled her head closer to the creepy woman who now stood defiantly with intense feelings of intentional cruelty.

"Your control would be this tight. Just like the prison island you are stored in. Bletchley Fortress would ensure you stay would be permanent. So don't even try. She whips her twice, each attack tearing her shirt to reveal scars of pain in her now crumbling body. She laughed as she left, wandering out like everyday was a catwalk. But as they left and the doors of the outside world closed. She could only wonder, slouching by the large pipe.

She always had known how Bletchley Fortress was a crude island. Despite looking like a university from Sector C's point of view with large walls and British styling, it was anything but. Behind the fancy exterior was a wall, filled with people's screams of their own blood and suffering. She feels a cold presence trickle down her stomach. She is probably screwed. But even before she break out from the treacherous prison with possibly her friends and Lino's family who she had no idea of their whereabouts, she had to deal with the elephant in the room. She signed, peering at what she knew was a crudely made weapon that would have been illegal if made public.

Her greatest test.