August 13, 2002the gathering [sickboy-malcom-runs with spirits][northwest national laboratories, atlantic city, nj]
**torture scene, potentially offensive**
He moves around in the lab.. his trench replaced by a filthy lab coat. He is gathering instruments, sharp, and blunt, for Asher's use on their little "guest."
the occasional giggle escapes him as he moves around, hunched over, grinning to himself.
and in these dark bowels of the lab, in the tunnels even the most daring of late night workers avoid, strolls the Galliard (the homicidal grin romantic waltz across young features) deep in contemplation, considering the work that must be done (and the care with which he must act) and by scent alone his path brings him to his brother(packmatelover)'s preparationthe Gaian strapped to the table (Pentex's handywork, strong enough to hold even Chrinos Garou), tilted almost upright - she will wake soon to the agony of her weight on broken wrists and arms, the slipnoose still cast about her throat, daring a strangling shift
a shoulder finds place against the wall, watching (molesting) her
"Have you gathered all we need brother?"
She will wake, soon... the pain already becons her from the land of dreams with clutching fingers of searing agony... a broken moan, but no movement, simply a slow climb towards the waking world...**steps from the shadows near the table, looking at her curiously** "You know this could all end. The pain an all." he whispers
he pushes the cart to beside the table with another gigle, and looks to his brother (packmatelover) with a quick nod.
"HeeHee... All is ready. The drugs are letting go of their grasp on her. She will be... ready very soon...HeeeHeeeHeee"
He nods to Malcolm, grinning before moving to sit on a chair. He holds up a large bowl, and after regurgitating for a few seconds, vomits a torrent of maggots and worms into the bowl, before placing it to the side. Exellent tools for the Tainting in itself.
to hear her drawing near, it pulls his form from the wall, chuckle a low tune in his throat that heralds the approach to table
"He's right you know...."
a smile (coy) at Malcom, silken tongue a caress on her fuzzy mind (Agonistes hear my call), strong hands grasp the top of the table, pulling to tilt it completely upright (weight shift a jolt of pain that brings her consciously to him) those soft (seductive) words warm breath spilled across her lips, a solid frame pins hers to the cold metal
"It could all end...... easily..... painlessly...."
thigh flexes, bringing his knee slowly (pressure increasing) against the bones crushed in her leg
"If you just answer my questions. If you don't answer them, truthfully, we'll introduce you to pains you've only imagined. Though I hope you fight...... resist breaking for hours..... I've found I like your screams, Runs-with-Spirits......" crooned, whispered across her skin as a lover's (sick) affection "...... and I haven't tortured anybody for a long, long time......"
"But of course. If you beg to let you dance, the pain might end, for now at least." he whispers
Voices, dancing (crooning sick affection) across her ears, until the jolt upright pulls a ragged scream from her throat, eyes flying open - locking on mismatched gaze so close, so close... and the pain doubles in her thigh as tears fall free in testiment to the pain that seers through slender (so pretty) frame..
...so close... and in the limited movement, her head slams forawrd into those sickening crooning lips with a painfilled cry...**he grabs a fist full of her hair, and yanks her head back hard against the table, holding her head firmly**
there is no movement, not even flinch
he knows the range the straps (choking noose) will allow and made sure to keep out of it (the slam barely a touch), his chest fills slowly, inhaling scents of fear and pain, her screams bathing his flesh
"You've one more chance to cooperate...... even if I hope you won't"
"There is fight in the bitch still HeeHeeHee this should be fun HeeHee"
He remains seated however, watching, and wringing his hands in anticipation.
Slam topped by choking and the sudden drag of her head back against the table... she quakes in fear - the stink of it coating her form even though her gaze doesn't flinch (...she is young, but strong...) from his. A moment, and she wroks her throat, as if to speak.. eyes bright, burning with the haze of pain as lips purse, and she spits in Ashers face.
**he pulls out his .45 and points it at the side of her head** Just say the word, Ash, and she's in a world of pain.
the laughter is rich (challenging - oh, how he's wanted her to fight) reaching to wipe the spit away then clean it from his fingers (hand rippling)..... a moment...... before he spits back
"Two can play at that game...."
and it burns
the toxins licked from his fingers beginning to eat (acid) at the pretty flesh of her face"I know what will hurt her more, Malcom..... lay the table flat?"
leaving her to consider her thoughts as gravity pulls the slime across her skin, his attention turned to the toys Sickboy's lain out for them (what games we will play with her today) musing half to himself
**uses her hair to pull the table flat**
A startled cry as it burns but it fades quickly as with a shudder she tightens her jaw (adjust, overcome) and the toxins are resisted - the initial burn remains as the fall of the table brings both relief of pressure on shattered arms, and a groan as it thuds flat again.
The occasional giggle, and mutterings issue from SickBoy as he watches in amusement, licking his lips in hungry anticipation of her meat.
"Runs-with-Spirits....... who are your brethren? What are they doing to disrupt the Father's work?"
more murmured than spoken (perhaps he doesn't want her to hear) turning back with a skinning blade twirling (silver) beween nimble fingers
"Wait Brother (packmatelover)... HeeHee... use the other one.. so the skin will regenerate... HeeHee.. can prolong it so much more then HeeeHeee.."
He rises from the chair, and drags his foul (honey and lusts) smelling carcass over towards the table.
**leans back against the wall, pulling her hair taught**
there's a smile as SickBoy approaches, knowing how the stench (sweet) will begin grating at her nerves, and a smooth movement brings him to crouch above her on the table (just over spread thighs)
the blades exchanged (if she can be corrupted, it will not do to have her permanently damaged, though how he wants it)
one hand smooths up demin clad thigh, blade flicked to cleanly slice fabric open, leaving her flesh bared to his (groping) touch - until it's sliced free
a chunk held between outstretched fingers to Sickboy's growing want (taste, lust)
"Hungry brother?"
a glance to Malcom
**he sighs and straightens, tying her hair tightly under the table keeping her head flat** "I'm afraid I have to leave brothers, do a good job on her." he chuckles
**he walks quietly towards the enterence.**
his mouth opens slowly, and he reaches to take the piece of flesh from his packmates hand. Licking his lips again, he moves to stand that Runs can see exactly what he does, knowing the effects of seeing someone eating you alive can be... spectacular.
with a singular pleasure, he begins to eat the small piece of flesh, moaning softly as the taste of her blood, and flesh fills his mouth. worms begin to crawl from his eaten cheeks, and nostrils, to fall down and land on runs chest, to crawl around, searching for a way in.
She flilnches backfrom the blade as much as she can (...not...much...) and then as blade slices she cries out again, quaking as she watches, wideeyed.. before choking on the sudden urge to vomit, throat working as stomach heaves with the first fallen worm...
again, that soft chuckle (his own pleasure is clear) the bladetip dragging to part the fabric of her shirt, drawing little circles around the wriggling worms
"Just a slice..... and they'll find a way in. Can you imagine what it would be like to have them crawling inside of you, all over you....."
and the waking dream begins, her mind's eye filled with what he speaks of and more, that mismatched gaze watching her closely
".....eating you alive from the inside out. Tell me what your brethren are doing to disrupt the Father's plans....."
The meat is finished all to quickly, and sickBoy leans down to lick at the slice Asher made with the knife, sucking at the wound to drink the blood flowing slowly from Runs body.
Worms and maggots continually fall from him, to crawl slowly over her body, sometimes biting her skin, in their attempt to find a way in.
stomach revolts and she near chokes on her own vomit, the stentch added to that of the thing beside her as she shakes her ehad, tears filling her eyes as she sucks heaving belly in as far as possible away from the blade, her mind filled with visions as she cries out...
"Why are you doing this!!!! LEAVE ME ALONE I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING!!"
Struggle bringing pain as she tries to drag leg from the disgusting thing lapping at skin..the next sound is almost a deep groan (chortling, mocking, inviting further struggle) drinking in the scream as it rings through his hears (echoing to reverberate in her mind) as her belly sucks in, his free hand slides down into the space provided beneath the waistband of denims
"I can think of a far easier route for them to get in...... I'm sure SickBoy wouldn't object...."
fingers cup the folds of warm skin, strong enough to move her within the restraints (the agony of broken bones that grate) that voice thickening as it breaches both her ears and mind in a sea of coy words
"I'm not sure I would object either....... and of course you know something. Tell us and save the pain...... humiliation.....violation....."
At Ashers words, He lets go of her leg, st stand up, grinning. He takes the few steps over to the counter, and lifts up the bowl, and brings it over, to place it on the tray. the sickly, slimy contents of the bowl wriggling like mad. sickboy very gently (Cradling his childer) picks up a few, very large maggots and worms, holding them in plain view of Runs.
Another low giggle, as he waits, licking the wworms clean of the slime carefully, his bloodshot gaze never leaving Runs face.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!!"
tears of rage, pain (humiliation) as fingers slide and cup (violate!) her, crushed bone slicing agony through quaking frame as she shakes her head all that she can, whimpering pleading cries constant..
"nonono..please no... I don't know what you're talking about I swear it.. I dunnoanythingpleasedon'thurtmeanymore..""Liar....."
whispered (purred) as fingers bury in wet warmth, knifetip (carefully) sliding beneath a nightcrawler and it's held above screaming face - so finitely balanced, once twitch would send it towards the inner highway of her nose
"I'm sure this one would find a warm home in your womb..... combined with the seed Sickboy would leave behind..... a girl like you could birth a nice strong metis baby..... I can see it clawing it's way from your belly...... can't you?"
more flashes enter her mind, a screaming child tearing (wet, weak flesh) into the New World (talons weeping green)
"Tell me what you know."
try as she might (boundtight) she can't pull away from the invasion of fingers that shred barrior within, (innocence defiled) and eyes close as if she could stop the visions from coming quaking at the thought of screaming form ripped from between virgin thighs, tearror shredding any confidences of every getting out alive as she screams
"I don't know what you want me to say.. please - I'll say wahtever you want tell me what you want to know please pleasepleasegetawayfrommedon'thurtmeplease"that (homicidal) smile grows
"Goooood girl"
croon spilled across her skin as fingers are pulled away (coated in cream and crimson) and licked clean before reaching to caress through Sickboy's filthy hair (flakes dropping onto her thigh)
"Stop now...... let her speak. Your kind are interfering with the Father's plans, Runs-with-Spirits. I want you to tell me what they are doing. You have once chance...... and if you lie, and I will know if you are..... Sickboy's tongue will find a more pleasent home than within your thigh......."
He pulls back, and stands, licking his lips of the last crimson drops, grinning. Rotting teeth grey and black, now colored darker with her blood.
He looks up at Asher, then back to runs, head tilting slightly. his tongue slides out slowly, to lick at the bridge of his own nose, and then slides back in, purple, and sick tongue. his diceased breath spilling over her, as does that sickening scent of rotting garbage, and pollution that surrounds him.
A soft wail as fingers are removed, terror breaking already broken form into cold sweat as she pleads softly
"i don't understand.. who's father.. I dunno who you mean please help me I can't tell what I don't know pleasepleaseplease don't hurt me"
and it's so clear she is telling the truth, there a fear that thrumbs deep within as she tries to understand what they ask of her... wildeyes flashing toward sickboy and his digusting display, already emptied belly heaving again
"pleasepleasepleasepleasedon'tlethimtouchmeagain.... I'm trying please tell me what you want to know""Stupid girl....."
metal rings as his fist connects with the metal table beside her ear, the smooth tones hardening into (terrifying) snarl
"I'll say it simply. The Wyrm. What are you Gaians" spat "doing to combat the Wyrm. I want to know everything Runs-with-Spirits, what you even think is trivial. If I do not get an avalanche of information right now I'll leave the room to let him touch you however he wants."
SickBoy just grins, and nods slowly.
*she cringes as the fist rings by her ear and she cries out again, eyes closed tightly as she ties to fight agianst the fear (....she's only a girl... and innocent...) enought to talk while avoiding looking at the thing beside her the thought of that....in....her....causing bile to rise again
"imsorryimsosorry"
who she apologizes too no one can tell..
"rallys..I helped with rallys for he gaming place in Newark -that's all i did I swear, the games.. the games are violent and bad and do stuff and I helped protest thats all i did I swear it..."
.....and she tells the truth..."What games?
snarled (his voice crackles) bones begin snapping beneath his skin, savage (lusthungry) beast barely held in check, demanding more - a hint that SickBoy may not be the only thing that gets within her (ever wonder what your first time would be like beneath the claws of a Chrinos in rut.....) talons exploding through fingertips scream across the metal table (fingernails across a chalkboard)
simply listens, remaining quiet, looking at Runs with a hungry (expectant) gaze.
"IDON'TKNOW!"
screamed in reaction to the scrape of talons under the threat of force the barely held in check beast an object of her terrorfilled cries as she cringes back from him again as far as she can and trembles
"They're bad, their vidiogames they're violent that's all i know the the new ones will be worse then the last and then didn't tell me anything I'm onlyagirli'monly16please... they didn't TELL me.... they just said to rally and I did I don'tknowidon'tknowidontknow please..please..please don't hurt meanymore...."
the last a soft forlorn (...hopegivenup...)wail
"gaiahelpme""What did you rally for...."
seething (now is it quest or bullying?) taloned hands dropping to sink into the waistband of jeans, fabric shredding beneath the force, an immediate response to that wail..... strapped to the table as she is, it seems there is nothing that will stop the impending gangrape
Pain fires through her frame as jeans are grabbed, shredded, putting further force on shattered limbs, her cries rising to screams again as she tries to cringe away, awareness dawning in her eyes that nothingnothingnothingwill help her - she told the truth he hasn't stopped nothing will help her now her tone filled with hopeless cries as she shakes her head..
"end to violence in video games, stop for research that makes the worse every time, close the factory...""Theeere we go"
a smile (sinister in its intention) curves young lips, knuckles grazing the skin of her lower belly
"What factory..... and who else was with you rallying?"
She cringes away from the touch, and whimpering softly, her face flooded with tears as pleads with him to stopstopstopstop though in gaze alone her chin quivering as she spills the name of the factory ((insert one here. heh.)) before she begs...
"please.. they'll kill me if I say... please don'tdothispleasedon'thurtme..."the shudder moves down his body, blackened fur spiking across broad shoulders, that long tail whipping (remember the devil's whip little girl?) back and forth above bound legs
"What makes you think....."
the voice infects her mind, talons screaming across metal as the creature leans, underhinged jaw (murderous teeth) held just infront of her eyes
"....... I won't do something to make you wish for death if you don't say it......."
eyes close tight as she tries very hard to sink through metal table, painwracked body quaking as she shakes her head slightly, only as much allowed before barely whispering (....whimpering....)
"Hunts-the-wind set it up.... kids from my class in school helped.. just regular kids.... others... i didn't know them all..."
and it kills her to name the name she did- so very clear she is close to Hunts... two other names named before she falls silent once more...At some point, Sickboy has retreated. The name of the factory, and the name of the Gaian's must be researched and found out as much as possible about. He leaves asher and Runs to their own pleasures, taking with him only the taste of her blood, and flesh.
the image of her distraught face is held by mismatched eyes (memorizing her pain)..... then he, too, disappears, leaving only the darkness and the banes that guard her
Posted by asher at August 13, 2002 12:00 AM
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