《Human After All》A Role Play

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(That's a phobia of holes, mainly. People who really don't like things like pores or really any kind of small hole in an animal or human body probably have trypophobia.)

"In your arms, hands, and feet mainly. I'll avoid more dangerous parts of your body like your stomach or neck, but it still won't be fun." Mythe said. "Anyway, enough stalling, do you want to tell me anything yet?"

Artemis shook her head fearfully. "No." Was her quiet reply. She began to shake with anticipation.
 
Artemis shook her head fearfully. "No." Was her quiet reply. She began to shake with anticipation.
Holding the needle firmly, Mythe grabbed her arm and injected the substance he had made. It indeed did not spread, but stayed as one visible lump on her arm instead. The skin that contained what had been injected quickly turned red and the small hole where the needle went through gradually became more and more visible.
 
Holding the needle firmly, Mythe grabbed her arm and injected the substance he had made. It indeed did not spread, but stayed as one visible lump on her arm instead. The skin that contained what had been injected quickly turned red and the small hole where the needle went through gradually became more and more visible.

Artemis become silent as the liquid was injected into her arm, her face instantly contorting in unbearable pain. The pain deceivingly convinced Artemis that her arm was indeed being burned by the merciless blaze of a fire. "It's hurts!" She screamed despretly despite her want to conceal her emotions. ""Make it stop. Please, make it stop!" She begged Mythe with pleading eyes of agony.
 
Artemis become silent as the liquid was injected into her arm, her face instantly contorting in unbearable pain. The pain deceivingly convinced Artemis that her arm was indeed being burned by the merciless blaze of a fire. "It's hurts!" She screamed despretly despite her want to conceal her emotions. ""Make it stop. Please, make it stop!" She begged Mythe with pleading eyes of agony.
Mythe looked to Artemis, and a very small smirk tugged the corner of his mouth.
"It's a little difficult to restrain yourself now, isn't it?" He asked in fake pity. "Don't worry. I actually have something that can cancel out the reaction and stop a wound from forming. But that requires some information." Mythe picked up yet another needle with a cap protecting the tip and twirled it carelessly in his fingers. It contained the antidote.
"If you simply tell me where the Contenders get together for their meeting, I can ease your pain. And if they meet up in various places, just tell me where they meet most often."
 
Mythe looked to Artemis, and a very small smirk tugged the corner of his mouth.
"It's a little difficult to restrain yourself now, isn't it?" He asked in fake pity. "Don't worry. I actually have something that can cancel out the reaction and stop a wound from forming. But that requires some information." Mythe picked up yet another needle with a cap protecting the tip and twirled it carelessly in his fingers. It contained the antidote.
"If you simply tell me where the Contenders get together for their meeting, I can ease your pain. And if they meet up in various places, just tell me where they meet most often."

(I'll wait for silkie to get on before posting my teply.)
 
Jaxson watched helplessly as Artemis screamed in pain. If Vanessa was here, she'd likely have done something by now. But what was there to do? Wincing, he looked down at the floor as he listened to the continued screams, but at the same time he tried to block them out. The C.M.I was in desperate need of the information that this captive, Artemis, was sure to have, and Mythe's methods seemed to be the best bet on getting it. The doctor's voice cut through his thoughts and he looked up. He was questioning her.
 
Artemis looked to Mythe, the pain written clearly across her face so evident that anyone who saw her understood the pain she was in. Artemis kept silent, until another wave of pain crashed over. "Montreal!" She screamed her lie concealed by her agony. "They meet in Montreal." She repeated between inconsistent breaths.
 
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Artemis looked to Mythe, the pain written clearly across her face so evident that anyone who saw her understood the pain she was in. Artemis kept silent, until another wave of pain crashed over. "Montreal!" She screamed her lie concealed by her agony. "They meet in Montreal." She repeated between inconsistent breaths.
Mythe smiled at her reply.
"Good. And you better hope you're right, because if you're not, you'll start wishing you weren't saved yesterday. Now, I did say this antidote would require some information, so I need more answers before I can save your poor nerves. So, how often do they meet up in Montreal?" He inquired, carefully paying attention to Artemis.
 

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