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Post by Brainiac Four on Mar 17, 2013 18:17:30 GMT -5
Querl was coming today.
She had been informed earlier, and was now waiting for him in the visiting room, seated in her chair, a small smirk present on her face. Her hands were still sheathed in their cuffs, something to be expected, while she was bound securely in her chair, and a glimmering force field divided her part of the room from the side Querl would be present at, with an officer in her corner of the room, and the fourth Brainiac knew one would enter with her son.
It was cute, how they thought she would attempt to kill him.
Would she? Definitely not. In such a setting, his death would have to be quick, in order for her to actually succeed, and there would be so little to feel in such a case. No, a long, drawn out and painful death would be much better, give her so much more than just one quick glimpse of light fading from his eyes... But now, at least, Brainiac Four could cause him mental anguish. It would not give her as much as physical anguish, certainly not, nor his death, but it would provide her with something.
Regardless of how much she was to gain in this meeting, he was still coming and she was still to gain feeling from torturing her devoted son, so the woman fixed her eyes on the entrance, waiting patiently for the appearance of her fellow Coluan.
Querl was coming today.
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