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"Can you actually do something right for once in your life!?..."
"I said I'm sorry!...."
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STRUCKER SLUMPED as he gazed deeply into the flashing array of lights the monitor overwhelmed.
The shallow depths of tranquil had caused a small whistle to hum on his ears before slowly progressing to a high-pitched frequency with each second that passed— leading to a full-on ring that vibrated his auricle.
Although, judging by his appearance alone, he was completely unbothered. From the lack of emotion that had stilled his eyes to the deep focus that relied upon sight.
As the minutes had advanced, his eyes suddenly narrowed, an unconscious motion of his jaw leaning forward following not so long after.
He slouched over the table, resting his elbows on the steel structure as levels of intrigue had progressively and vastly risen with the sight that flashed onto his eyes.
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THE BRUNETTE GIRL clutched her legs, hugging them towards her chest as she slowly rocked herself back and forth.
Cold sweat trickled down the side of her face. The shaky breath audible even from the camera's respectable distance. Cubes of wood scattered across the small space, making a mess that dispersed over the cold-baring floors.
Suddenly, a can dropping right in front of her is what brought the woman to a tense. Heart immediately dropping as the small repeated sound of clanks echoed through the claustrophobic room.
She turns to her right, a man grinning through the window as his hands folded from behind— nonchalantly shrugging.
'Test two out of thirty, in motion...'
The quick announcement alone caused her eyes to well up in tears. Tempting to keep it in bay as she quickly wiped away the small strand that had escaped her hold.
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Wanda drew in a sharp intake of breath, eyes hardly squinting as both hands lifted shakily. Reluctance evident. That motion took a quicker pace as she muttered a small whimper of pain under her breath, squinting her eyes.
Small fractions of red mist flowing through her wrists, gritting her teeth as she attempted to hold onto the overwhelming pain that shot through her arms as heavy grunts started to mix in. With each cloud of red that escaped her fingers— she started to feel the weariness. The power she had newly infested forcing her to pour out every bit of her from this newfound feeling.
With a deep breath, Wanda starts to shrill an ear-piercing scream. The origins clearly toning from within— from the unbearable pain to the displeasuring state. The agony was readable. The sorrowful affliction was too much.
But she can't turn back now.
And with one quick clench of her hands, the small container makes a small noise of a crush— immediately crumpling from the swift action.
