She tried to contain herself, but a blossoming heartless smile lit up her face anyway, and she sucked in an excited breath. "I'll be right back," she said, and kissed his cheek because she was giddy he was making the experience enjoyable for her.
She tried not to run to the door, and locked it behind her, stopping for a moment to think. Who would be the best for this? Adam would last. And last. And last, which was perfect, but on the other hand, he'd probably be only too delighted to see the extent of Adam's power, and the extent of what she could do to him--not exactly information she wanted to part with if he ever took Adam's power and went after her.
There was always Jesse... He was her second favorite--just because she took extra pleasure out of his screams--since if he wasn't under medication, they could kill her, but nope, not when she was torturing him, no. Plus, he was one of those grabby and disgusting ones, and she hated the way he looked at her, like a piece of meat. Seeing Sylar's reaction would be nice.
She went to retrieve him, ignoring his leer and suggestive, "hey, slut," (well, she shocked him pretty bad for the endearment) and shackling his hands as he was incapacitated.
"We're going on a little field trip," she told him, and dragged him impatiently to Sylar's cell, pushing him inside with a sizable volt. He hit the floor with a thud, and she slammed and locked the door behind her.
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Date: 2009-07-08 05:20 pm (UTC)She tried not to run to the door, and locked it behind her, stopping for a moment to think. Who would be the best for this? Adam would last. And last. And last, which was perfect, but on the other hand, he'd probably be only too delighted to see the extent of Adam's power, and the extent of what she could do to him--not exactly information she wanted to part with if he ever took Adam's power and went after her.
There was always Jesse... He was her second favorite--just because she took extra pleasure out of his screams--since if he wasn't under medication, they could kill her, but nope, not when she was torturing him, no. Plus, he was one of those grabby and disgusting ones, and she hated the way he looked at her, like a piece of meat. Seeing Sylar's reaction would be nice.
She went to retrieve him, ignoring his leer and suggestive, "hey, slut," (well, she shocked him pretty bad for the endearment) and shackling his hands as he was incapacitated.
"We're going on a little field trip," she told him, and dragged him impatiently to Sylar's cell, pushing him inside with a sizable volt. He hit the floor with a thud, and she slammed and locked the door behind her.