//nothing like the taste of sweet decline

[otaku_mk_ii]

[It had hurt so much. He had been so, so frightened. Frantically he had screamed as Talib raped and tortured him, pleading for someone--anyone--to help him. He had called his friends names over and over, begging them to appear from thin air and do something...and no one showed up.]

[But it was over now. Talib had left his captive's barely recognizable corpse chained to a wall while he went to call whyamisobritish--Otacon's screams had long since faded, when the lye burned a hole through his chest and ate through his heart. Hal Emmerich had nothing left to be afraid of, at least not for three days.]