Middy arrived at what looked like an abandoned island, she was certain she read the directions clearly! This was nothing like her mother had described in her journals. She had described a majestic looking Island. Everything here looked dead. She walked down an overgrown pathway. Until she finally reached a building. 

The door was busted so she was able to just push it open and walk inside, the place certainly needed a lot of work but she knew someone who could have it fixed no time. When she got inside, despite a little dust everything was still as her mother had documented. The stairs that led down to the underwater HQ, right down to the not so white couch in the center of the floor. Everything seemed cold and dark now. She tried flicking on a light but there was no electricity running to the building. 

She pulled out her phone and started making neccesary arrangements. While she was on the phone she stumbled upon a very interesting room. After exploring it for a short while she knew exactly what the room was once used for. She hung up the phone and travelled home.

A few weeks later she returned to the island to discover a new paradise. The whole island looked exactly how she had imagined it all these years. She unlocked the new door and walked in to see the familiar blue glow from the lower levels. She wandered around familiarising herself. She found the door she had been looking for and headed deeper. All of her mothers torture devices were still in place, along with some new ones she had arranged to be delivered herself. She was very pleased with herself and could not wait to show off the new HQ. She picked up one of her mothers journals from the new couch. Closing the book she whispered.

Welcome to Torture Island 2.0 

She smiled at the sound of it and sat quietly on the couch pouring herself a whiskey