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Post by lance on Sept 12, 2006 12:45:49 GMT -5
He would not cry. In fact, save for a slight tensing of his form as each hooked was jammed through his flesh, at each cruel tug, and a sharp intake of breath... you could have sworn he had done this before. That he enjoyed it. Truthfully, he was ambivalent to the pain.
He had known that Gracia was... insane. Her almost wacky exterior had always left him leery of her, because he could see her eyes, and he knew that that exterior was only a fresh veneer, applied every day like lipstick, to something a great deal darker.
His body would begin to shake, slightly, simply a reaction to his nerves firing off as the agony ensued. He was beyond speech. It was difficult to think, never mind reply. He would let his silent endurance be his answer. Do your worst,he thought, staring at her fiercely. I'll show you that you're wrong... That I'm stronger than you ever imagined...
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 12, 2006 12:55:06 GMT -5
She watched those expressive eyes of his, it was then that she smiled and stood up once she had jabbed another one into the back of his other leg. Hands slid down her skirt, dusting it off slightly. As if she had been taking care of a menial chose really. Carefully moving behind him, nails scored the naked flesh of his back, stopping at his sides. Knowing what this would do as fingertips painfully dug into the skin, of course it was taught, but being treated this way it felt loose.
"Hrm, looks like you need a work out. Its a good thing you've let yourself go. I need flesh..."
And so those fingers still tugging at his waist, she grabbed another hook and slid it within the flesh. The pierce, pop and blood roll was the same. She'd move to the other side to do the same. Once her work had been completed she took a few steps back and turning then her fingertips went to a little crank. The chains had to have been stuck to something, she began to pull, as if creating a marionette out of the lowly human.
"How do you like being manipulated Lance?....I think you like it. You like having a woman.." Inflection in the word woman "Pull your strings....let your blood roll down. Tell me lance..." A gasp deep within her throat as her hand came to her chest once more and she leaned back comfortably watching him.
[glow=red,2,300]"Did your mother spill your blood? Did you have that same look in your face when she did it? Trying to be strong. Remember, just cry..it'll be over. Only the Empire will save you now"[/glow]
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Post by unholytoyz on Sept 12, 2006 14:11:28 GMT -5
[.. As Gracia continued her assault on the helpless in the darkness, lance could hear it..shifting wood, and klup*thumb*thud...a sicking thud, and then hopping..as if it were hopping down into the darkness...a sniffing sound could be heard]
[..The box had come to investigate this..perhaps a free meal could be had out of it..most certainly there was blood to be had..as it could smell it...it scooted closely to gracia, and seemed to leer in lances direction even in the darkness, it was as if it could see her, and lance' prone form....]
[..It's lid cracked open slightly and it spoke in that hissed strange tone..[glow=purple,2,300]"Food...I shall...have....Yessss...." [/glow]..]
[..Lance could hear it shifted forward towards him, and things slipped from within the box, many whispers could be heard in the darkness, and it simply waited for the word....to feast..]
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 12, 2006 14:17:35 GMT -5
Suddenly hearing the box coming down she clapped her hands in glee moving away from lance quickly, giving a sharp jerk of the crank again to pull harder at the skin. A grin curving her lips.
"Oh look, we've got company"
The breathy voice of excitement as she made her way towards a slab of scarred wood that served as a table. Upon it was a white sheet and she pulled back, her attention going to Lance as she brought a dagger up and glanced over at the box.
"Are you ready for a small meal?"
The man's eyes wide open as he screamed out a silent gurgled scream of pain. Making sure that Lance watched her, and making sure that the attention from the box as well was on her. That dagger then slammed down on the man's mouth as he choked on his own blood and shards of teeth. Leaning down she dipped her tongue in the blood, flicking it across the tip and nodding in satisfaction.
"All good and angry"
Reaching for an arm that was tied down she began to hack at the fore arm with the serrated blade. Each whack sending a splatter of blood towards the box and at Lance's direction.
"Let the horrors begin..."
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Post by unholytoyz on Sept 12, 2006 14:26:11 GMT -5
[..Once again a felines purr from within the box' form as she pulled that sheet back, it was incredibly excited and in this case it did it's merry jig in a circle with glee..]
[..It quickly flung it's lid back and open at the bits and sprays of blood awaiting to be fed oh so eagerly, its' attention had completly been removed from lance for the time being..but no...it definitly had no forgotten the prone vicitm...]
[ .. [glow=purple,2,300]"Yesss..Foood! GIVE..NOW...! ''[/glow] An uproarous sound of animals, children and adults alike came from it..it was almost a howl of desire of need for more blood..and Gracia was going to feed and cultivate this creature further...what a show Lance was to witness!]
[..It quickly slid over to Gracia once more, and seemingly spat out the skeletal arm of some unfortuante creature that came close enough to the box, in the hand of the arm was a child's sock, the creature was actually using the sock like a sponge to sop up the stray blood oozing off the table, it would quickly draw the sock back inside the box, it somewhat clean when it had returned, clearly something was sucking the fabric dry each time it was drawn back into that grisly box.. as gracia hacked away at that arm..it awaited it's small meal!..]
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 12, 2006 14:32:26 GMT -5
The dagger lifted into the air, as she turned and grabbed a meat cleaver just then, the clean blade sliding across the man's forehead and then she arched it upwards bringing it down upon the muscle, over and over again as she felt the spray of vitae about her form. Clothing clinging a terrifying sight and laughter that bubbled up, from the deepest darkest places of sanity well gone.
Hearing the sound of animals, the howl of desire she twisted that gruesome piece of bone and muscle throwing it at the box and grinning. The man's eyes had rolled up into his head and a howl of pain had struggled to escape from his throat. Worse than feeling limbs cut off, and she knew was that he was drowning in the mass of his own blood.
What a pretty smile on her lips.
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Post by lance on Sept 12, 2006 16:46:48 GMT -5
He hung, in agony, as she turned the crank. Despite his best efforts, a guttural sound passed his lips as his skin was pulled further away from the muscle and bone that it covered. And through the pain and the drugs clouding his mind... he heard that sound.
The box.
For the first time since he'd awoken in Gracia's clutches, he felt something other than resignation.
Fury burned it's way through his veins, perhaps even spouting out of the numerous holes in his skin. He would not be a meal for some damned box.
Gracia spoke, the words lost on him as he fumed silently at the possibility of providing the box a meal. That was an indignity that he just would not suffer, even if he was helpless... but he wasn't helpless.
And then he heard the dagger plunge into the man's mouth, the choked cries, and he opened his eyes... watching. There. That was Gracia's mistake. As she set to hacking away, his lips twitched into what might have passed for a smile.
No matter how expert a butcher Gracia was, there was no avoiding one inevitable by-product of her grisly sport: fat. As human tissue was broken apart, small amounts of fat got everywhere. As he was spattered by drops of blood, an idea formed.
He looked up at his bound hands discretely to judge whether or not the effort was even worth it... and then wrigged his wrists. He stifled a gasp. The bindings were much tighter than he remembered, and any voluntary movement only exacerbated the chain and crank excruciation. But... regardless. He forced his hands together, clasping them so that his index fingers were extended, parallel and pressed to one another. His thumbs then folded over one another, right over left, and his other fingers were interlaced. The Tiger seal. A seal for fire jutsus.
The result was almost instantaneous. The oil and fat on the cleaver Gracia was holding, as well the oil and fat on the tortured soul lying there dying on the table burst into flames. He managed the best grin as he could as he stared over at Gracia and the box, firelight reflected in his eyes.
The message was obvious, and two-fold: first, that he was not nearly as helpless as she thought he was, and two, that he could just as easily ignited the fat-spattered Gracia and box as well. His hand was still forming the seal, because once his fingers were twined so, with his wrists bound as they were, it would have been almost impossible to return them to normal.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 12, 2006 18:02:27 GMT -5
Eyes watched as the tormented figure that hung there, named lance pulled. Knuckles curled around the cleaver and she stopped for a moment, watching him. Anger, that pulled at her full lips, fury that made her laugh a bit. A sigh escaped as she moved forward dropping the item on the ground and around moving to him slowly.
Watching his hands, her head tilted in such a strange fashion to one side. She hadn't ever seen that, in fact she'd seen a lot of powers used and with all varying degrees of interesting, this one caught her interest.
Moving around to him, she looked up at his hands that were clasped together, then cranking the contraption she tried to get them to pull back.
"Lance, you didn't cry out. How will your Emperor ever know that you respect him?"
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Post by lance on Sept 12, 2006 18:27:26 GMT -5
The grin vanished from his face as she turned the crank, and he gritted his teeth... struggling not to cry out. He lapsed into a slight whimper, a combination of fast inhales and exhales...
He wanted to cry out. He wanted to scream for her to stop... but he wasn't giving her that satisfaction. Eyes wide with pain, his entire body shuddering, which only served to make it that much worse. He felt himself growing faint with blood-loss by this point.
He was even aware of the tears leaking out of his eyes... Reflexive. He writhed about on the chains now, struggling to somehow loose himself, but only serving to tear his skin more. He couldn't even move his hands to perform a seal that might help him, and he didn't have the concentration to focus his chakra anyways. His shoulders felt like they might come out of their sockets at any moment.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 12, 2006 22:36:33 GMT -5
Watching him strain against it, her eyes hardened to the warriors pain.
"I really don't like seeing you hurt. Anyone else I would have made sure their skin tore loose, maybe their guts spilled out before them like a sack of freshly made sausages. But you, you have the potential to be great within the Empire. Why not ask for the Empire's help now. Be strong..."
Her tone wasn't mocking, somehow in her twisted mind she thought that this would help him strengthen that thing that made her see him as a boy still. So her hand moved over the muscled plains of his shoulders, and stopped the naked hand upon his back. Letting him feel the caress of a woman, wondering if he was feeling revulsion at those of her sex now.
Even better, she shaw his body give a shudder. He was so close to the brink, she sighed and glanced over at the box and shook her head.
"You can't have this one"
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Post by lance on Sept 12, 2006 22:59:27 GMT -5
He cared nothing for her words. He would remember this day, these hours, for the rest of his life. As she touched him, he began thrashing wildly, his breathing erratic and jagged. The sound of chain-links clinking against one another was the only sound there was beside his labored breath and his grunts.
His form, suspened by the wrists, began to sway, and finally he cried out as his body swung to one side, tugging against the chains, which in turn tugged against his flesh. It was one long sound of pure concentrated rage, sustained for as long he had breath. As the cry of anguish waned, he renewed his struggles.
His legs scissored wildly in the air, and he cried out again as one of his calf chains came away, sending a spray of blood behind him and taking flesh along with it. It was a guttural sound, indeed, truncated as his wild thrashing jerked the second calf chain free... leaving both of his legs unadorned, but soaked in blood.
He kicked his legs out before him, shifting his weight forward and swinging away from the crank... howling as the remaining chains were pulled free, all in once, leaving him full of holes and rapidly losing blood.
Finally, he calmed down. He was sobbing, coughing, covered in his own blood, still swaying slightly from his exertions. His eyes opened, and locked with Gracia's. His shoulders burned from hanging there so long.
"I am strong..." His voice was breathy, the emphasis placed on the word "am."
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 13, 2006 13:54:12 GMT -5
Once he cried out she smiled, it wasn't one with a dark or of evil intent. That smile was one of pride? as she watched his legs kicking in and out. With a sigh, she reached over for him, tugging him free of the ties, turning her head over she motioned for two burly men to come forward.
As he was picked up then, roughly jostled between them and she tilted her head.
"Follow me.."
Those words were more for him than for the two men, they strode through the hallway, knowing the box was at this time relishing in the bloody feast that had been left behind. Once reaching a main room full of weaponry and slab of table she motioned for him to be placed on it and began to wrap his arms, his legs and his middle with thick cotton making sure to close flaps of hanging skin.
"Will you follow the Empire until your last dying breath?"
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Post by lance on Sept 13, 2006 14:26:25 GMT -5
He was barely conscious as she untied him, and so any thought of escape was impossible. As the large men took hold of him, he slumped into their grasp, limbs hanging limp, head lolling about with each step as he was frog-marched elsewhere.
He felt the cold table against his bare back, and it served to wake him up a bit. Dull eyes searched out the sound of her voice, looking at her balefully. He opened his mouth to speak, and coughed piteously. His throat was raw from screaming.
He managed to choke out the words hoarsely.
"I will. I will serve to the best of my ability, and should I ever fail... I will surely have taken my last breath."
He wondered dimly what lay in store for him now, immobilized on a table with an armory hanging on the walls about him. His entire body felt raw and ragged... his head was light, and yet heavy.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 13, 2006 14:34:08 GMT -5
Fingertips pressed against his cheek, a sharp slap at his face as she tilted her head to one side.
"Now, lets take care of the physical aspect. Of course, all of us feel pain, but from now on. All your pain should be turned into anger, against your foe. It will make you stronger, harder...as one of the Unholy should be"
Leaning down, lips only a scant away from his cheek as she stuck her tongue outwards, the pink tip pressing against his cheek, she grinned a bit. Knowing this would repulse him.
"Your pain....tastes sooo good"
This said with a soft sigh, as she stuck her tongue out again and licked again. A nod once more.
"Do you hate me lance?"
Saying his name with a bit of mockery.
"Such a little boy, not even reached manhood yet....Probably scared.."
Question his manhood and he'd become angry. A smile as her fingertips pressed to his arm, shoving it back, applying pressure to wound.
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Post by lance on Sept 13, 2006 14:41:02 GMT -5
He accepted the slap stoically, eyes closing just slightly, but then reopening to stare at her. The physical aspect? More mutilation? It was fortunate that he wasn't the vain sort... because otherwise, things would be even worse.
He recoiled, or tried to as she licked him... gnashing his teeth so that if she was foolish enough to come to close, he'd take off a piece of her tongue and spit it in her face.
Hopelessness set in... there was nothing he could do in his present condition. Weakness aside, he couldn't even bring his hands together to form a seal. His pale features, now ashen with pain, went slack.
He did not reply to her. He just closed his eyes. Waiting.
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