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OOM: Fangtasia pt. 2
[Continued from here.]
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," the Magister sings out, his voice an oozing echo in the semi-darkness of the dungeon.
Pam shoves her phone into her pocket and turns to look up at him as he and several of his vampire henchmen descend the stairs.
"Magister!" she says with a smile. "What a pleasant surprise."
The Magister is not amused.
"Oh, there's nothing pleasant about this."
One of his men is holding a cooler filled with large glass tubes containing vampire blood. The Magister takes one of them out and holds it up.
"This...is blasphemy," he hisses. "Take her!"
Two men grab Pam by the arms and drag her away, and the Magister follows, his cane tapping on the damp concrete floor.
( cut for descriptions of torture )
"Come out, come out, wherever you are," the Magister sings out, his voice an oozing echo in the semi-darkness of the dungeon.
Pam shoves her phone into her pocket and turns to look up at him as he and several of his vampire henchmen descend the stairs.
"Magister!" she says with a smile. "What a pleasant surprise."
The Magister is not amused.
"Oh, there's nothing pleasant about this."
One of his men is holding a cooler filled with large glass tubes containing vampire blood. The Magister takes one of them out and holds it up.
"This...is blasphemy," he hisses. "Take her!"
Two men grab Pam by the arms and drag her away, and the Magister follows, his cane tapping on the damp concrete floor.
( cut for descriptions of torture )