This is part of a horrific part of Marckus's ordeal being captured. This being a third part since being taken prisoner. And I am wondering based on this bit of it, if it really compounds the terror and despairing nature of what is going on. Does it evoke the sense of hopelessness, in feeling unable to do anything to prevent the horrific events? And is it too grim and graphic, making it hard to read to the nature of the content? Any other thoughts and suggestion are welcome as well. Thanks much. (Warning grotesque imagery) Marckus: My eyes burning from the bite of bitter tears of grief, regret, and sorrow. Having given up struggling in the steel grip holding me steadfast. The Martian Colonial hangs limp , and her body glistening exposed muscles and tendons that are now bare to the air. Her eyes rolled back in her skull, and her breath is ragged. She is not going to last more than another hour, past the three that she had already endured. Bloody snot bubbles from her nostrils, and what little blood that is still wet drips off her skinless head on the concrete floor. My jaw aches, from clenching it tightly, as the evil machine has started on the Centurian in the middle of the three. Shaking my head in despair, as she roars nastily at the droid starting the process that it had with the first. Snapping at its metal body like a carnivore fending off another in a desperate attempt. It is no use. Shouting insults and threats at the machine, as her deep bronze scaled leg is peeled like a fruit with a tough hide. Her dark red blood begins seeping in similar fashion as the first had. Crimson rivulets traveling down her thigh, where they will fork at her genitalia, before running lazily down her back and chest. She tries in vain to whip the offending droid with her tail, though this too is a fruitless endeavor. Some how it makes it all the worse to see such a powerful soldier try in vain to fight when they have already lost the battle. The Uldivarion is sobbing heavily. Milky green tears staining her dark blue flesh, as they traverse her forehead before dripping off the middle of her smooth cranium. The man beneath my hell dog wants nothing more than to protect them, get them out of here. The demon inside wants to unleash the growing fire in its vile cruel heart, and save this little disgusting creature of a Grey for last. Witnessing the nightmare unfold before my eyes, I can feel the razor wire tightening on my insides. I doubt the General would stop this malicious and raw display of extreme cruelty being exacted on the women. No matter if I were to beg for it to stop, as they are not me. It is me you want, you demented cunt! Leave them alone! I shout over and over in my mind. These thoughts bouncing around in my skull, as I watch the female reptilian trying not to show any fear or the screaming in her burning flesh being exposed. Her gaze is hard, and her face a mask of a warrior defiant till the end.