[Private RP for CORIIIIE]
Gwen's not sure how long it's been. Maybe weeks, maybe years. Maybe only a few horrific days. Everything has blended together into a mass of pain and fear so potent that sometimes she can't remember who she is, or that she's ever not been here.
Sadistic aliens with a hidden "holiday" home on earth. Or maybe they're not sadistic, maybe they're just trying to learn the limits of the human body and the human mind. It doesn't matter - what matters is that she went to investigate some strange readings while Jack and Ianto were Weevil hunting, and then...
Then she was here, in this cold, sharp room full of instruments to harm. They have something that makes her relive her worst dreams again and again, while awake. She could swear that Rhys was here, for a while, screaming and sobbing and then silent, but maybe (she hopes she hopes) that was a nightmare, too.
So she waits, strapped to a table and covered in cuts and scars and burns, for the next torment to start.
Sadistic aliens with a hidden "holiday" home on earth. Or maybe they're not sadistic, maybe they're just trying to learn the limits of the human body and the human mind. It doesn't matter - what matters is that she went to investigate some strange readings while Jack and Ianto were Weevil hunting, and then...
Then she was here, in this cold, sharp room full of instruments to harm. They have something that makes her relive her worst dreams again and again, while awake. She could swear that Rhys was here, for a while, screaming and sobbing and then silent, but maybe (she hopes she hopes) that was a nightmare, too.
So she waits, strapped to a table and covered in cuts and scars and burns, for the next torment to start.