Animae in Nebula

[sisterdanger]

From the shadows behind her peripheral vision, the interrogator nodded minutely to Devony, though she did not move immediately. She waited. Long seconds drew out in silence as the traitorous woman hung on the rack, vision blurred beyond recognition by the red-rimmed pain of having the duct tape ripped from her eyes

Comments

[shadowshand]

There is a great sense of heavy dread in this... I really like the slow build-up, like a long fuse burning down to the inevitable explosion. I also find that the pragmatic, conversational tone definitely heightens the horror of the situation.

I can't wait to get back to this.

[sisterdanger]

I was hoping only to do justice to the scene that got me here in the first place - it is always so difficult to gauge your own writing :/