[quote=@Hawksnest565] "But it's not enough for dear Rosey, is it?" The Boss's grip slips from the scalpel. It remains standing upright, glinting in the dim light. Its presence keeps most of the blood in the wound but a little bit still dribbles out. "Where is he, Ptelea? Has he not seen you suffer enough?" He touches a finger to the blood welling out and holds a spot of the liquid up to his eyes. "Clearly I need to step up my game." He spins around to the trolley. At the bottom of it was a large box. A battery. He pulls out cords that are attached to it with alligator clips on the end. He playfully snaps the mouths of the clips open in front of her. "Do you know what the most painful process a shifter can go through is? It's called [i]forced transformation[/i]." He pushes one of the clips onto the index finger of her trapped hand. "Shifting, as it happens naturally, is an entirely painless and in some cases even a soothing act. However, I have been told that being forced to shift by outside factors is akin to having your body turned inside out. I came across the idea on an island in the tropics. There was a group of shifters who, in thunderstorms, would stand a top of hills and wait for lightning to strike them, and then they would shift. It was some proof that they were the strongest. First I laughed, but then I saw the event actually occur. It worked! Shifting without input from the shifter." He attaches a alligator clip to her reddened and bruising hand. "Of course, we lack lightning bolts in a common scenario. It's a good thing my scientists found electrocution to be a suitable replacement." The elevator made its calm ding once again and then opened its doors. The guard runs out and points in the direction that they're going. [/quote] Ptelea looks at her hand and sniffles. She could barely feel her fingers, her entire hand throbbing painfully. She looks back to watch the old man. She whimpers and flinches as he clips the alligator clips to her fingers. She tries to move, even a little bit, but cries out in pain. She sobs softly and looks at the old man. "P...please don't." She cries. "I..I can shift! I can do it if you want! I'll even...I can say I hate Rosey, just stop please!" She stammers, watching him sadly. "Please...it hurts..." she whimpsers. Ambrose nods and runs that way, listening for his sister. "Ptelea!" He calls out, hoping she could hear him...