Merciless
Washuu woke screaming again, even if she neither moved nor made a sound. She'd come to in this hell in the same way for Galaxy knew how long. This waking was especially painful, for she had been so close. It should have been a clue, of course, that she was still in hell.
There would be no peace for her ever again, no solace, no rest. She couldn't die, couldn't fight, couldn't retreat couldn't stop hurting oh no no it never stops...
When she was caught, she knew it would be bad, knew it would be close to impossible to escape without someone on the other side of the crystal making a mistake. she'd lost hope over and over. they'd never make a mistake, they hated her and feared her too much.
They were right to hate and fear her, she was abomination with no right to live, no right to die, who was only there to suffer at the pleasure of those who'd captured her. They caught her and she was being punished for everything she'd ever done wrong.
The punishment was harsh, and every time she thought it might be too harsh she could hear the sound of Ryoko's sleeping mind humming nearby and it all crashed in on her again. She deserves hell; nothing is too harsh for a criminal, a monster like her.
[[If Ryoko is nearby then they are keeping her too. They should be punished too]]
Put the thought away; not safe. The last hidden place in her mind, the only place not tainted by their punishment is a black-hole box. Thinkings that make it worse goes in the box and everytime one of her jailers touches her mind she is afraid they will find it and things will be worse. How can they get worse? Every time it can't get worse it does.
[[She shouldn't be locked up she hates to be trapped need to get her out get her free]]
into the box.
Washuu woke screaming again. Here is Clay again, to taunt and hurt her. She shrinks away, cowering from his touch. She cannot cower, cannot pull away. His hatred for her radiates through the empty space and the crystal and ripples through her psyche and coherence leaves her again. She knows that it would make him happy to see her cower but she is too broken to pretend. She is still aware, always aware and always hurting, but the words fade into a miserable babble.
The once-great scientist no longer begged for death; they'd convinced her that there was no reason she should be allowed the rest of death. The equations ran over and over in front of her ever staring eyes. Hurt Ryoko = punishment. Lose son and husband = punishment. Lock up Ryoko, lose Ryoko = punishment. Every mistake she'd ever made = this hell, this punishment.
[[Clay hurt Ryoko locked her up hurt Zero too HE should be punished]]
The black-hole box sucks up the thought before it can be detected, before Washuu herself even acknowledges it. The blackness grows unnoticeably, hiding in the background of self-loathing and pain.
There would be no peace for her ever again, no solace, no rest. She couldn't die, couldn't fight, couldn't retreat couldn't stop hurting oh no no it never stops...
When she was caught, she knew it would be bad, knew it would be close to impossible to escape without someone on the other side of the crystal making a mistake. she'd lost hope over and over. they'd never make a mistake, they hated her and feared her too much.
They were right to hate and fear her, she was abomination with no right to live, no right to die, who was only there to suffer at the pleasure of those who'd captured her. They caught her and she was being punished for everything she'd ever done wrong.
The punishment was harsh, and every time she thought it might be too harsh she could hear the sound of Ryoko's sleeping mind humming nearby and it all crashed in on her again. She deserves hell; nothing is too harsh for a criminal, a monster like her.
[[If Ryoko is nearby then they are keeping her too. They should be punished too]]
Put the thought away; not safe. The last hidden place in her mind, the only place not tainted by their punishment is a black-hole box. Thinkings that make it worse goes in the box and everytime one of her jailers touches her mind she is afraid they will find it and things will be worse. How can they get worse? Every time it can't get worse it does.
[[She shouldn't be locked up she hates to be trapped need to get her out get her free]]
into the box.
Washuu woke screaming again. Here is Clay again, to taunt and hurt her. She shrinks away, cowering from his touch. She cannot cower, cannot pull away. His hatred for her radiates through the empty space and the crystal and ripples through her psyche and coherence leaves her again. She knows that it would make him happy to see her cower but she is too broken to pretend. She is still aware, always aware and always hurting, but the words fade into a miserable babble.
The once-great scientist no longer begged for death; they'd convinced her that there was no reason she should be allowed the rest of death. The equations ran over and over in front of her ever staring eyes. Hurt Ryoko = punishment. Lose son and husband = punishment. Lock up Ryoko, lose Ryoko = punishment. Every mistake she'd ever made = this hell, this punishment.
[[Clay hurt Ryoko locked her up hurt Zero too HE should be punished]]
The black-hole box sucks up the thought before it can be detected, before Washuu herself even acknowledges it. The blackness grows unnoticeably, hiding in the background of self-loathing and pain.