<i><b>it's mid winter and the air is bitter cold, almost cracking upon itself. The grass lightly frosted, and the moon causing an eerie light over the frozen land. Somewhere, located miles from any form of contact is a lone house. Thick ivy grows up it's old, grey brick walls and over the windows, blacking out any form of light. <br/>
The house has been completely refurbished inside to create the perfect torture studio... one room, bare concrete, one wall of it being one way glass... Inside the concrete torture room it appears to be a mirror, but, on the other side you can see everything like a normal window. That room opposite the concrete room, is the control room. From there people can record the victims heart beat, the power of any implements used in the room..and record videos for public humiliation.</b></i><br/><br/><b>Vixxie stands alone in the control room, looking at the empty metal chair in the concrete torture room. Not wanting to wait any further.. she bites her lip with excitement..</b>