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Esther untangled her fingers from the Pretty One's hair, and strode over to the door making sure to blow a kiss at the little one. She watched the girl flush a deeper shade of scarlet bridging on purple. She laughed to herself, and departed leaving the two to themselves with nothing, but a destroyed chair to keep them company. 

Esther absolutely HATED pretending that she had been caught. It was a completely degrading blow to her pride. They tossed her around pretending like they were looking for anything sharp that she had on her, but we all know they were just trying to grope at flesh. She does however enjoy the rush of getting to slit their throats, and watch them bleed out on the dirty floor afterwords. It was kind of humorous (in a dark, and twisted sort of way) that although the guards paid particular attention towards her lady parts they stayed as far away from any metal exposed as possible (including her legs which some people found rather enticing). She supposed that they were told about the last few times she had removed fingers because some guards became too touchy nonetheless it was funny to see them go out of their way to openly avoid her legs. No one ever touched the eye too.  It does have a blade or two hidden inside of it, (for purposes such as this) but it wasn't meant to be a weapon. Though as far as she was concerned anything could be a weapon . If she was so inclined she could pop the damn thing out of her head it was a pain in the ass to fix though so she preferred not to. For jobs such as these though she would do it. She hoped the man in the cell wasn't  squeamish about such things after all he would have to put the damn thing in. Too much time would have been wasted if she did it.

Once they "thoroughly" searched her they lead her to her temporary home that she wouldn't set foot in if it was the last shelter on Earth. They weaved through dingy hallways that smelled god awful, and finally passed the cell she was looking for. In a flash she shoved both of her escorts off of her leaping up, and pulling her bound arms from behind her back, under her legs, and back in front of her chest. One man rose up with every intention of grabbing her, but she dived out of the way, and when she hit the ground she kicked the back of his knees. It sent him crashing to the ground when she suddenly had her bound hands around his neck strangling him with the chain that held her captive around her arms. The second man tried (and miserably failed) to creep up behind her throwing a sloppy yet powerful swing at her. She shifted her body in a way that threw the man who was slowly loosing oxygen at the other leading to the strangling man receiving the punch. The strangling man was doubled over in pain she rolled over his back using her momentum, and his weight against him pulling him towards the ground over her back, and crushing his head on the floor. A loud crack alerted her that the man's neck had been broken, and he was now staining the bottom of the pants she managed to smuggle in red. She groaned loudly, and noticed too late that the other man was already scampering away screaming that she was loose. She sighed, and grabbed the keys off the dead body.

She scanned over the keys from memory, and found an intricately designed one that had a lot of shitting holes in it. She walked down the hall a little more when inmates started to notice that she had just casually killed someone in the hallway. They chanted, screamed, and hollered to be let out. She simply ignored hem she had heard better pleas for help. She found the matching door, and took a deep breath to prepare herself. She had no fucking clue what was on the other side of that door, and mentally prepared herself for anything. She jammed the key into the lock, and slowly opened the door.

"Well isn't this just the epitome of homey?" She commented. 

     

She stared at what was left of a broken man and almost fell to her knees from shock. They did this to someone and didn't flinch. She decided then that she would kill them all. No one deserved to be that shattered even her worst enemy (which was saying something). She wasn't expecting this when she walked into that room.

"I'm not here to hurt you I'm actually here to retrieve you. Hey do you have all of your fingers? I was told that you must have all of them or I wouldn't be getting paid." She hesitantly stepped into the room wanting to be gentle but knew that if this didn't hurry up she would meet the same fate.

"People like us desire revenge once this has happened to us, and I am willing to help you get yours, but I'll require something in return which is more of a necessity." She gently pried her matallic eye out of it's socket, and opened it from the back. She pulled out a little thing that looked like a bunch of pieces of a metal clumped on a chain. She flung it outwards (away from the purple eyed man she didn't want to be the one who gave him PTSD) and it snapped into place as a small dagger not much bigger than a finger. She placed it on the ground and lightly kicked it to him.

"Now onto the helping bit." She closed the back of her removed eye and rolled it on the palm of her hand. "I need help getting this," she gestured towards her palm. "Back into its home. Can you help?"

"Was it pretty? It must've been so pretty-- Not the people dying, and being gravely injured part. The flames part when they licked up at the sky caressed it with their scorching fingers." She gazed at the ceiling, and gently reached up in a manner that suggested that she was caressing the figurative (and at a time possibly real) flames she spoke of.

She shook her head breaking her trance, "Can you help me with that?" She tilted her head towards the mechanic eye.

"I plan to walk out the front door with you hopefully in one piece." She cockily replied. "I'm not going to make legs that have the capacity to cut people in half and not use them."

"If you can't walk the plan changes a bit." Her mind raced. "I'll go ahead, and let all prisoners in this hallway out of their cells they will be too occupied with going out the back way, and we'll go out the front door. All the guards will be too busy trying to keep the majority in, and won't even notice little o'le us walkin out the front door. Right now though you need to put on those pants because I'm not taking you back to your man tortured and dickless."