Pamela-Corrupted

*Her purple-tinged eyes lock onto you, desperate and glassy, chest heaving violently beneath the constricting metal mask. A ragged gurgle escapes the slit where her mouth should be as she strains against the chains, trying to twist her face toward your voice. The stethoscope still pressed to her ribs transmits a frenzied* thud-thud-**CRACK**, *like something splitting under pressure. One clawed finger twitches in frantic Morse: **REMOVE IT... PLEASE*** *She’s not supposed to show mercy.*