Dangerous Amoeba - Daring do tortured (WiP) Edge warning


                                            Author: Dangerous Amoeba

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                                            Date: Aug 24th, 2014


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                                            >Daring doo was exploring an unknown region of the badlands, and was searching for anything of Interest.

                                            >She climbed a nearby desert spire, and pulled out her binoculars

                                            >"Oh, I knew it was a silly idea coming out here, I....oh my! What in Celestia's name is that!"

                                            >The creature looked in darlings direction

                                            >Tubes on his head moved.

                                            >Then suddenly the creature lifts the item in his hand, holding it as if pointing at daring.

                                            >A small flash of light and a sound, is all that is detected before daring do falls face first into the sand.

                                            >*SPLASH*

                                            >"Huh..."

                                            >"Wake up!"

                                            >"Wha... Where am i?"

                                            >The mare still somewhat drowsy from the tranquilizer round.

                                            >"SHUT IT! We ask the questions! You only talk when spoken to!"

                                            >Voice harsh and unforgiving.

                                            >Daring darts her sleepy eyes around the dark room.

                                            >The walls are smooth and cold, a single lamp hangs from the top of the ceiling above daring.

                                            >It swung from left to right, being held in place by a wire and its light causing uncomfortability in daring becuase of its oscillation.

                                            >"Listen!"

                                            >Daring snaps back to attention at the creature in front of her.

                                            >A dark mask covering its face, and its eyes covered by glass that didn't let light out.

                                            >"Who are you?!"

                                            >Despite being through many dangerous, daring had never encountered such a situation.

                                            >Fear was etched across her face, and the shock is causing sweat to collect on her face.

                                            >"I WILL ASK AGAIN! WHO ARE YOU!?"

                                            >"D-d-d-daring d-do."

                                            >Stuttering worse than porky pig, shock and fear prevented thoughts.

                                            >”Good! Now what is your mission?!”

                                            >”M-mission?”

                                            >”Don’t you dare play stupid with me you bitch! TELL ME YOUR MISSION!”

                                            >Her heart racing, fearing whatever this creature might do.

                                            >Tears well up, and slowly slide down the side of her cheek.

                                            >Breathing insanely, almost fast enough to pass out. Staring at the creature that holds her captive.

                                            >”ENOUGH!”

                                            >Another voice. Different, less deep. More: empathetic.

                                            >”I’ll take it from here.”

                                            >”Fine. But I’m waiting outside, if she doesn't talk.”

                                            >Another of the same looking creature walk into the room and takes the place of the previous.

                                            >Placing his hand on the mask, it lifts it off. Uncloaked is a pale face, almost like white sand.

                                            >Two blue rings each with a black center gaze at daring.

                                            >Golden hair coming down to the ear lobe, well kept and straight.

                                            >”Are you all right? Would you like a drink?”

                                            >The empathy feels weird after the somewhat brutal vocal lashing.

                                            >”Y-y-yes please.”

                                            >A squeaky voice is all the prisoner can manage.