Sigma couldn't control her tears. They were running down unchecked through her cheeks. And yet, she didn't avert her gaze even once. Half because the grotesque hellish scene had her frozen in place. Ian's rictus of agony and screams were flailing her soul numb and making even breathing without hiccups difficult. She felt like passing out just for what was watching. She could feel how her panties had been soiled from before, and her heart as if she was about to burst out of her chest.

And yet...she was gritting her teeth. Clenching her fists, trying to muster whatever willpower had left. [i]No. Turning. Back.[/i] She kept mentally reassuring herself as she watched through the ordeal.

And then... a reprieve. Sigma eyed cautiously Lorenzo while he commanded Cedric to stop. And then he spoke. He spoke of [i]her[/i] hurting Ian. Sigma felt like breaking down. But she didn't. She got up sluggilish, and wiped her tears with her sleeve. She thought of what was at stake. Why they were doing this. Desperate times called for desperate measures. She wished this was all a nightmare, that this was a cruel play of a Psychopath.

But Lorenzo wasn't any of that. Unfortunately. They had [i]turned[/i] him into that. And the culprits were the Cruxi. She grabbed the tools shakily at first, then gritted her teeth. She wasn't crying anymore. She couldn't cry anymore.

[b]"Millions of lives."[/b] Sigma said, with the tools on her hand as she advanced towards the Cruxi. Fighting against her instict to flee, each step like enduring a punch in her face. [b]"Millions, of [i]fucking[/i] human lives."[/b] She kept saying as she grabbed the fork and in a bout of courage and anger, furiously stabbed Ian's eye.

[b]"MILLIONS OF LIVES ARE EXTINGUISHED AS WE ARE PLAYING MEDIEVAL INQUISITION, IAN."[/b] Sigma finally spat, her voice having turned in a growl. [b]"I don't care who you are. Or how brave you are. If humanity's survival demands that you [i]have to be broken down[/i], that [i] I have to endure this... It will be done.[/i] [/b]" She added as she plucked the spherical eyeball of ian, with a sharp tug and twist and almost gagging waved it in front of the cruxi's mouth while she eyed Lorenzo.

[b]"Next. The toes."[/b] She growled, snapping the pliers.