Heating Up
Triggers: fire, burning alive
Elmott has been found guilty of MURDER
Commencing Punishment now
He fell deeper and deeper, to places unknown, to fates unknown. Did he reflect on his action, did he regret them? Did he regret savaging a stranger and pushing him to his doom? Did he feel anything at all?
When he finally landed, it was in a small, metal encased room, the entrance above closing shut and leaving him in complete darkness. Then, the coils turned on, washing the room in a brilliant red glow. Coils lined the ceiling, the walls, everywhere, burning hot and filling the small room with heat.
He killed to escape the cold right? It was only fitting.
It only took seconds for the room to heat to uncomfortable levels. The Air it self was burning him as he breathed, as he lived, and the hot metal floor was melting through his boots’ soles. Everything was hot, everything was burning. Panic, panic, he had to escape, he had to get out.
Clawing at the walls, trying to find a loose panel, anything, anything to pry and escape from. He got in, he can get out! But all he met was searing metal, melding his gloves to his flesh. Everything hurt, everything burned, he could feel his insides cooking and he could only claw helplessly for an escape.
as it dragged on (perhaps it was taking too long?), panels opened up, shooting out bursts of fire and flooding the room with it. Fire, heat coils, hot air, hot hot HOT hot. He cries out in excruciating pain, still trying in vain to escape, running on pure, unadulterated Adrenalin. Even as the fire licked his flesh black and white, sloughing off everything from his bones, he tried, he tried until he buckled, tried until he couldn’t even scream anymore, tried until he was curled up and dead.
The feed continues to be bathed in fire, a moment too long perhaps, before mercifully ending. Even the warden blinked, almost... perplexed, as she dismissed you.
Well, He killed to escape the cold, it was only fitting. Chapter 2 END








