Eeee I have such good ideas

Should they watch each other get tortured? Extra sad factor since they probably think She kept him with her because they have a bond))

"Good." Harlow nodded quietly, giving his pinky a gentle squeeze in return. "Yeah." She nodded calmly. "It is." Did she have any idea how she was gonna get him out alive? No. But she was going to, she had determined that. No matter what it took. She released him as she heard the door click, pulling her hand back gently. "Oi, you could ask me to walk nicely." She hissed as she got yanked out, letting them rebuff her. "This is Parker isn't it? It is. Oh, fuck you Parker." She hissed, walking obediently none the less.

Yes I think so, I'm still deciding where exactly he's going to get the pin cushion treatment))

He was still balancing mostly, but also trying to be a pain in the ass because whats the fun in not? Mark was lead off first, with her behind soon enough. "If this keeps up I'm gonna have to learn how to walk again." He was still valiantly limping, but it was much less than it was before. Thankfully. They took a ramp up to the doors rather than the steps, which he wasn't expecting. They were lead into a cool building, he really wanted to know what it looked like. "Hey is it just me or are you guys having trouble seeing where we're going?" He turned his bagged head toward the person leading him, getting a snicker from a couple nearby.

"That would suck, wouldn't it? Having to use your own two legs. Slacker." Harlow teased from behind, letting out a small chuckle at his last comment. "You know, having an assassination company built in an old mental institution was a great idea. Now I feel crazy." She huffed, struggling as they were led to seperate rooms. She didn't like that. But eventually, she got tossed in, her bonds and her hood removed. She could see a wall of double sided glass, multiple different cameras around the room, and a machine sitting in the center. It looked like a heart monitor, and there was a dentist-like chair beside it. Needless to say, she paled when she saw the device.

how about glass in the middle ..mirror on his side, window on her side?))

He smiled slightly- it came through in his voice. "Is thaaaat where we are? Makes sense." He snickered quietly, though his bliss did fade as he lost the sound of her voice, they were not going to the same place. He was sat down, uncuffed and sat down in a chair similar to the one in her room, but the bottom side was put down, with his legs getting tied to the chair's. His arms were put into leather cuffs attached to the chairs. Somewhere in the chaos his shirt came off with his hood. He looked around the room. He was laid back at a slight angle. He was alone. With two metal tables, covered in tools on either side of him, various machines underneath them. Completely organized. He laid his head back, trying to stay calm.

Eeeee yes and he gets to watch her suffer on three TV screens

I'm assuming she gets tortured first and he just has to watch on the TV screens on the ceiling?))

Harlow refused to tremble. Refused to show weakness to these people, even though she knew what this device was for. What it did. Once she ripped her eyes from the device she noticed the glass window on the other side of the room. That worried her even more than the sight of her own room. "Oh, no. Not that." She muttered softly, swallowing her worry as she looked over the contraption and him strapped to it. Both these forms of torture were equally bad- ranked the same on the company's scale of pain compliance. Except one of psychological and one was physical.

Hehehe I was assuming her torture was him but either one works HRHRH))

The helpless sensation was welling up quite high, he was very tense. One by one, three-, strategically placed- tvs clicked on slowly. He watched one after the other, there she was. Different angles, he wrangled against the straps slightly. He did not like the look of that chair. He started feeling far more panicked. His jaw clenched.

Harlow simply looked at Mark, who was staring at the ceiling. It took her a few moments to catch the meaning, and once she did, she looked at the camera closest to her, offering a faint smile and a wave. After, since she knew she had no choice, she simply walked over to the chair and laid down, waiting for whoever it was to come. Sure enough, a woman entered with a black case, walking up to the heart monitor and starting to turn things on. After a short while She opened the case, to reveal a rather thick syringe filled with green , semi transparent liquid. The woman went to speak, but Harlow shook her head. "I want to do it." She managed, her voice just barely trembling. The woman thought for a moment and then strapped her ankles and one wrist down, leaving one free to take the syringe. So she did, giving it a forced calm look and then staring at the ceiling- there was a camera directly above the chair- and then inserted the needle into her neck and drained the plunger before she pulled it out, tossing it in the black box and laying back. Her other wrist was strapped down, a heart monitor placed to her chest, and after a while, she closed her eyes, and the angles of the cameras changed. One was from the view directly above the chair, the other from what had to be Harlow's perspective, and then a 3rd person point of view that showed Harlow in whatever She was seeing.

He watched pitifully from the chair, unable to move. He did notice that he could see himself in one of the screens. Self conscious now, but he soon could only think about what was happening to her, he choked up a little, bouncing a knee. He bit his tongue. He murmured something about "what the hell was that shit", the green liquid. He watched her, worry filling his mind.

Eee this is gonna be hard to write bare with me))

Harlow on the table flinched, and the other two perspectives lit up again. She was in a hotel room. It was upper class, some sort of suite, but it was utterly destroyed. There was shattered glass everywhere, from the sliding door out onto a balcony which had been shot out. It was dark out, and the only view the balcony gave was a black city scape. She glanced around, almost as if she were confused. She was in all black, a gun with a silencer on it in her left hand. She shook her head, trying to remember something as she strode forward to bedside table. She rooted through the drawers and eventually found a small flash drive. At the sight of it, she grinned and looked over her shoulder. "Alex! I got it." She called lightly, straightening and holding the flash drive at her side. A man, 6 feet tall maybe, with dark hair and green eyes came striding in at her call, mirroring her smile. But his was slightly terse. Forced. A "Great job. That wasn't too hard, huh?" He asked lightly, walking over and folding her in his arms, giving her a kiss as he did so. Harlow seemed thrilled with his praise, and also with the kiss- until Alex tried to gently pull the flash drive away from her. She blinked and pulled back, confused. She tightened her grip on it and curled it into her hand. "Wade said I'm the one who's supposed to take it in." She said lightly, pulling out of his arms and shooting him a small smile. "You can't steal my thunder." She said playfully, pulling back and moving to walk toward the door. Alex didn't move, a troubled expression on his face. A "Harlow, just give me the flashdrive." He said. His tone was too urgent for him to be joking. He seemed... uncomfortable.

Mark was watching the screens like a theater, only it felt like a horror movie. His eyebrows lowered at the introduction of an Alex, with a kiss. He was confused, jealous of all things. He wanted the movie to end already. Clenching his fists, he wanted to break away. He didn't want to see this. But it was all he could see.