Enter Doyle, part one, Chapter 1c; Steampunked, part 3.<br />---<br />"Okay," Mirian began, her voice hesitant. "I can't see anything, but I can feel a few dials in here. I'm going to twist one."<br /><br />There was a loud click from the box that echoed in the speakers.<br /><br />"Okay... that didn't seem to do anything. Let's try another dial."<br /><br />The wheel on the front of the box started slowly spinning.<br /><br />"Oh hell, the side wall of the box is closing in on me. Um, I can't stop it. The dial won't turn backwards. I need to start trying some more."<br /><br />Clicking sounds started coming from the box, amplified by the microphone.<br /><br />"Mirian cried out. "Fuck! Ahh- my toes just got caught in some gears in here. What the hell is this?!"<br /><br />An audible crunch was heard and a scream that echoed from both the acoustics and the box itself.<br /><br />"My god, my foot- the gears! The wall keeps pushing me! I have to stop it but the dial won't go backwards!" Her breathing was raged, her words desperate. "It's crushing my foot..."<br /><br />Blood started pooling around one side of the box.<br /><br />Another click, and two metal pieces retracted into the box. "I... I think I'm making progress..." Mirian thrust a hand through one of the open holes, the gaps still covered by spandex.