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Glory spent the next however long - she couldn't really tell time by any means other than her stomach, but even that was a liar - just barking insults at the Corrupted outside, occasionally cracking jokes.

"What does a perverted frog say?" Then, from outside, came a pained sigh and a "what", to which Glory answered, "Rub it." Then the guards groaned, leaving Glory smirking delightedly. She sat in the middle of the tent, facing the flap that should let some fuckwad in to do whatever wimpy tactics they had, but it seemed like nobody wanted to get stuck with that job, thus Glory was left sort of alone.

"Wanna hear a little poem?" She asked, and from all around the tent came at least 4 groans. "Too bad! There once was a man named Dave / Who dug up a prostitute's grave / she was moldy as shit / and missing a tit / but think of the money he saved!" Glory was rather proud of this stupid little limerick, but the Corrupted apparently weren't.

"Do you EVER shut the FUCK up?" The one outside the rather unused entrance/exit barked. "Nope!" Glory chirped back, though this time, after a moment someone came in, brandishing a syringe of something blue. She hopped to her feet, squatting down a little and wriggling through her bindings so her hands were now tied in front of her rather than behind. "Hey, whatcha got there?" Glory said, hands held defensively in front of her face. The Corrupted made one swift move to Glory's left, jamming the needle into the side of her neck and depressing the plunger. "Well fuck you too I guess," Glory muttered as she fell sideways, the Corrupted so nicely grabbing her backplate as he had before - Glory was just guessing this was the same one - thus saving her from a likely concussion. Lovely.

Glory woke with a gagging cough as the smelly bastard's... aroma filled her lungs and threatened to strangle her from the inside. Her little chauffeur had retied the blindfold, sadly. After the effort of getting it off, dammit. Her hands were still mercifully in front of her though, apparently the Corrupted thought it was too big a hassle to untie and retie. "Take a bath, ya hippie," She grumbled. God, that guy was absolutely rancid.

(Just just discovered THIS SONG and it STOPPED MY HEART. I never realized that there was a real life actual GENIUS among us. )

(I've heard that song before! Absolute banger xD I saw someone on YT shorts make a family tree out of it and it actually made total sense lmao)

(Fair enough xD I warn you, bro's gonna be snarky af because that's how I roll lmao

though being good at torture is not something to be proud of >>;)

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Just as Glory was getting used to being blind again, Stank Ass removed her blindfold, though rather roughly, and managed to pull her hair at the same time. She hardly noticed though, instead gagged, then spit in CC's face, noting with some amount of morbid curiosity that it was more blood than saliva. There was also blood running down the side of her face from a wound on her temple and dribbling from one corner of her mouth down her chin. Her right arm was crusted with what looked like cheap crimson paint, and while it was blood, it at least wasn't Glory's. CC grimaced, wiped his ugly mug, and slapped Glory across the face, but stalked away. She scowled at him, then grinned at Leo in an "I've got this" sort of way, the scowl immediately returning as the lead Corrupted came back.

Glory snorted at his words and said, "Don't care about getting hurt? Buddy, our medics have an outstanding DNR for me, I don't give a shit about much of anything anymore." She then realized what she said, and hoped Leo didn't know what a DNR order was. Now she regretted submitting that shit a few years ago, however nice death was. Being alive with Leo was far better, though the less the Corrupted knew that, the better.

"Uh-huh. Guess what, I don't really give a fuck. Just answer the questions," The boss growled.

Glory just rolled her eyes, but grinned a little as she asked, "Alright, but if I'm gonna be answering your shit, we'll do it my way, m'kay? How about we play 20 questions?"

"How about not," He snarled, and in an instant had Glory by the throat, apparently hoping to strangle information out of her. Jokes on him though, she could hold her breath longer than a person should be able to. Though paired with the blood loss, she got lightheaded quicker than she'd anticipated, and black spots bloomed across her vision. Before she realized how the fucker'd done it, Glory was on her feet, the pressure mercifully released from her throat, though now she felt the cold edge of a knife against her skin. As she forced herself to breathe slowly and calmly, the Corrupted spoke again. "I won't ask you again- how many of you are there - and no smartass answers."

Glory couldn't help but grin as she said, "Oh, the world can only handle one of me since I specialize in smartassery." Before the sentence was even complete, Glory'd twisted and elbowed him as hard as possible, the knife slicing into the side of her neck slightly as he dropped it, gasping a little. Apparently Glory'd knocked the wind out of him, and took the opportunity to grab the knife, trying to flip it around and cut at the ropes around her wrists. She wasn't quite quick enough, took a punch to the face, dropped the knife, and in one quick motion was on the ground with the Corrupted's knee pinning her there. Shit.

(See, this is what happens when you give me control of an NPC- 550 words😭)

(No way am I meeting those 550 words - I'm lacking on sleep, food, and I did two weeks worth of school today, so don't expect Shakespeare xD

Good, and yes it is. It means you know how to get the most painful reaction out of the smallest movement- good for stuff lol))

=

(I'm pretty sure Shakespeare was on drugs half the time, so no I don't expect Shakespeare xD

Nah, it means I grew up with siblings lmao

Also... "cooked to congratulations", I'm dying😭)

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Glory chose not to acknowledge his glare; he did fuckin know what that was. Dammit. She'd done that a few years ago - stupid move, sure - and just sorta forgot about it. She'd MEANT to change it at some point but never got around to it.

The Corrupted holding her down was saying something, but Glory chose to ignore that, too. Instead, she just yawned as if this was all boring her - and, it sort of was - which only made the guy more mad. As he started yelling, Glory did the only thing that popped into her mind in the moment; spat her own blood in his mouth. Disgusting? Yes. But that was kind of the point. As he gagged and retched, his focus off Glory for the moment, he let his weight off of her. Big mistake on his end. As she rolled away from him and jumped to her feet, she went for the knife again, this time gripping it in both hands and driving it into his side. She missed a little, instead slicing into his ribs but not deep enough. He hissed, spun, and backhanded her across the face. Glory winced and was pushed back down to her knees, the knife removed from her grasp. "You're a pain in the ass," The Corrupted grumbled, which only made Glory smirk smugly.

(Idear - Head Hauncho takes Glory and Leo to some mob boss type dude at their main Corrupted stronghold thingy [basically a maximum security prison] and it's this dude who decides to abandon Leo, deeming him useless/insane?)

(You never know 0-0 xD

Pff I literally have to ignore my siblings because if I retaliate my mother will kill me- she loves all of us equally but she favors my brother- and my father, who 'favors' me because I'm the smart one that is literally a spitting image of him- will do nothing then afterwards, usually with a shrug, say "sorry, nothing I could do" like HELPFUL THANKS FOR THE INPUT

You're iconic, I had to use it xD)

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General Anubis

AKA: Craptain Jack Spare-Ribs

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Leo SAW the way she purposefully ignored him- rude- and mentally made a note to personally threaten the staff until they changed it. Twas not Glory's decision anymore, as if she died, he would too. Now it was his decision. And he decided the opposite of her outdated choice.

He almost smirked as she spit blood in the guy's mouth- he totally deserved it- although he knew that it would only make things worse for her. As she retaliated, for kicks, he let his eyes roll back in his head and pretended to faint, so that when CC came up to investigate, they were close enough for him to headbutt them with enough force to hear a crack. They yelped and jerked back, holding their nose, which was now crooked and spewing blood. They viciously booted him in the ribs again, but it was nothing compared to the victory. "Mrmphlflr." He huffed smugly. Although both of them were subdued, the damage had been done. Hehe. He shifted slightly to help his legs- which were still very much asleep. He didn't know what they liked about kneeling, but damn. It sucked for long periods of time.

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(First we have to do one biggish torture scene for Glory to solidify his terror before they toss him out hehe. Then yes. I cannot wait :•} )

(ay, Picasso ate yellow paint, which had a shit ton of lead in it, sooo >>;

ugh same. Legally, I have 4 parents, and only my dad doesn't play favorites T-T

I'm... iconic?🥺)

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The lead Corrupted had kept one hand on Glory's shoulder, pressing hard enough it made her bones hurt and felt like she'd wind up with scoliosis or something. Leo's fake faint made his hand let up a little, and ever so slightly more when Leo headbutted Stank Ass. Glory took that opportunity and tackled the dude's knees, knocking him sideways, delightfully whacking his head against the ground. He kicked Glory off admittedly fairly easily, though the blood loss and bound hands were mostly to blame. She started to push herself up and go for the Corrupted again, but he grabbed the knife, and in one quick motion had thrown it at Glory. At first she thought he'd missed, but then felt her left hand grow hot and wet. Grimacing, Glory slowly looked down at her left hand, from the palm of which protruded the blade of the Corrupted's knife. She regarded it with that morbid curiosity that she exhibited so frequently, twisting her right hand around as best as possible to grab the hilt and pull it out. It was difficult, and made the ropes around her wrists cut into her flesh in a most annoying way, but she did it. She dropped it, and acted as though she'd just give up and return it, then kicked it toward Leo as she made a grab for the discarded strip of cloth that'd served as her blindfold. Glory then wrapped this around her hand snugly, and as quickly as she possibly could while the lead Corrupted was busy dusting his own ass off and licking his wounds.

(ye 👍)