Re: Backgrounds
Not so long ago ....
The hammer came smashing down, the ring finger on Vibro's left hand bore the brunt of the blow as it flattened out under the impact, threatening to burst like a grape. Vibro watched on in an almost detached fascinated horror, waiting for the intense pain she knew would quickly be upon her. Vibro had never experienced true physical torture before, pain inflicted for no purpose other than to gather information. Merciless, repetitive and relentless. In truth it had only been 30 minutes but for Vibro time had distorted wildly, a lifetime had passed.
The pain hit unmeasurable moments later. It didn't wash over her, it didn't build up and then explode, none of the stereotypes fit. One moment it wasn't there, and then it was. An avenging angel, calling in on all her unpaid debts. Occupying her entirity, nothing else mattered, nothing else existed.
The initial shock passed and Vibro's senses returned.
"Have we had enough yet?" The voice was somehow distant. The words forced.
Vibro didn't know why that particular voice. A bikie she had run afoul with, who had taken offense at some imagined slight, maybe even simply at her very existence. He was dead now.
The lump hammer in Vibro's right hand began to move again. The short journey towards her prisrine left ring finger ending abruptly, and with the same effect as the countless previous times. Impact. Pain. Awakening.
Since her epipheny in the penthouse suite of the Akwasasne Mohawke Casino, Vibro had been exploring the extent of her power. Her fingers showed no signs of the devastation that had been dealt to them. If it wasnt for the pain, the relentless, mother fucking, son-of-a-bitch, cunt of a god forsaken, devil loving agony that tore through her very soul, the ecstacy of her revelation would have been overwhelming.
This message was last edited by the player at 20:20, Wed 27 Nov 2013.