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The sound of classical music echoed through the steel room; the orchestra record covering the hums of machines that kept Zepheniah Mann on life support. The cameras that once recorded the battle simply showed the tortured man his own image.
“He always hated the arts,” Administrator admitted with a drag of a cigarette,”So when the mercenaries aren’t fighting. I ensure there is always music for his entertainment.”
Lar-Nah shifted the glass of wine while admiring the lengths the women would go.” What I would give to be able to subject my good for nothing husband to a similar fate, but he would be too dimwitted to realize he was being tortured.”
“It’s never too late to start and find methods to make the rest of their existence hell. It’s my life and joy. It’s all I live for.”
“You know, he probably would hate if we danced to the music he despised.” Lar-nah suggested.
Although the concept of music and dance as torture was an odd concept the Lar-nah, she was delighted to con someone into dancing with her again even if it was to make another suffer. She came from a country where the arts and intelligence were praised, but after the country was sunk to the ocean, she hadn’t danced.
Oh, how she yearned for a dance partner again.
“I like how you think.” The administrator uncrossed her legs as she rose from the chair she was leaning into that she was admiring the contraption of horror.
Lar-hands were grabbed quickly, yet she somehow managed to keep a hold of the wine glass. Years of alcoholism will teach you how to carry a glass in unconventional ways.
Their wrinkled hands clung to one another as both women began to waltz to the symphony. Both women take turns leading as they waltz. Their footwork in perfect unison and never taking a clumsy step despite the height difference. The new zealander long dress fluttered causing short steps to not step on her attire while the administrator kept her steps shorter due to the fitted-nature of her mid-length own skirt.
“You get creative after living with a man you despise for years. To think if I went with my murder-sucide plan that I wouldn't have found a person who I share so much in common with.”
“It would have been a shame. There aren’t many people who understand the euphoria of everlasting torture.” Administrator chuckled in agreement. “I can show you the wonders, and we can hunt down your husband to inflict it on him.” A sadistic grin grew on the administrator's face.
“I would love to.” Lar-Nah laughed cheerfully before her wine suddenly spilled onto the tiled floor. Her body dipped with a single arm wrapped around her waist while the other tilted her head to make eye-contact with the admin.
“I look forward to this partnership, you won’t regret it. I certainly won't.”