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Physical Torture Meme

TRIGGER WARNING: this meme contains extremely graphic content.
if you are not comfortable with drastic violence, please don't proceed.

i. self-mutilation. for whatever reason, you're your own worst enemy. can another character save your from themselves, or are they in the same boat? maybe it's neither and they just like to watch.
ii. otherwise inflicted. one character is the torturer, one character is the tortured. state your preference or assume the top commenter is in the tortured position.

1. DISMEMBERMENT/AMPUTATION: You should never get too attached to your limbs. Who knows when you'll lose one? Or have it taken from you. Hands, feet, arms, elbows, if it sticks out, it can be snapped, sawed, crushed or pulled off. Better staunch that stump quick, unless life isn't worth living without your favourite foot.
2. IRREVERSIBLE SENSORY DEPRIVATION: See, speak, and hear no nothing. While temporarily muting a sense can heighten the others and make for a fun time in the short term, it's probably not an adjustment you'd want to make permanently. Too bad. Perforated eardrums, plucked eyes, and cut tongues fall under this category -- and don't forget those other senses you could always do without, like touch and smell.
3. FLAYING/SKINNING/SCALPING: People are layered. Time to find out exactly how much. Peel, shave, or pull the flesh off yourself or others and maybe you'll expose their true nature. Or organs. Probably that second thing.
4. SCARIFICATION/TATTOOING/BRANDING: Make your mark. Ritualism, boredom, or for any number of reasons, it's time to claim what's yours. Brand it with red-hot iron, slice it with a scalpel, write it in permanent ink -- make sure you're never forgotten.
5. BLUNT TRAUMA: Stop the blood flowing and keep the fun going. Blunt trauma involves any painful force that doesn't break the skin. Hitting, kicking, beating with brass knuckles or bats, and breaking bones. Nobody said anything about internal bleeding, did they?
6. TRAPS: From medieval torture devices such as iron maidens to the infamous reverse beartrap of the Saw series, isn't technology fascinating? Push your face through knives to activate the switch that releases your bonds, or stretch yourself thinner on a rack. For more implements, check the instruments of torture page.
7. PERFORATION/LACERATION: The opposite of blunt force trauma, this option is for those that prefer to dig a little deeper. Cut the skin with knives, suspend it with hooks, lash it with whips. Shallow or mortal wounds, see red red red!
8. EATEN ALIVE: A body is a terrible thing to waste. Perhaps you're the guest of honor at a cannibal's feast, you've been thrown to the dogs, or zombies, or there's always the good old brown rats ready to burrow through your bowels with a little incentive.
9. TEMPERATURE: Burned, boiled, frozen, drenched in wax, it's uncomfortably hot or cold in here and taking off all your clothes probably won't do the trick this time.
10. PHARMACOLOGICAL: You're the guinea pig in this ethics-committee-bypassing experiment, lucky you! Injections are the name of the game. Induce pain, pleasure, hallucinations, sleep, sleep deprivation, the sky's the limit. Or just toss them into a pit of hypodermic needles. Cause you know. That's cool. Oh and don't forget about withdrawal!
11. FREAK-FOR-ALL: Don't see it above? Don't worry about it. If it hurts, it belongs in here, so let your imagination run free, you twisted wild thing, and wreak a little misery. ♥

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[Once upon a time, a monster appeared in the kingdom. The prince rode out valiantly to challenge the monster, and bested it, and the kingdom rejoiced...

Or it would have, but the prince has unfortunately wandered into the wrong genre. Some fairy tales can be quite horrifying, but the torment is not usually given to the hero at the end. Now it seems that the monster is about to vanquish the prince.

Down in the darkness, all he can do is wait and strain against his chains. The bite against his wrists is easy to ignore, for the hope of freedom, but past a certain point, he realizes that the iron is simply too deep in the stone, and his wrists certainly aren't coming loose. Instead, he does his best to compose himself, to bear himself regally against the darkness.

He will wait as long as he must. But that doesn't mean he'll do so quietly.]

What is the meaning of this? Come, or are you too cowardly to face a man in chains now?

[finally, footsteps in the darkness... and a little girl steps of the gloom, dressed in a bloodstained smock.

she blinks, looking a bit taken aback at the sight of him.]

My, you don't look like much of a warrior.

[riful had given specific orders for the prince to be captured, hadn't she? you can never really trust other people to get things right these days.]

[He can't keep the shock from his face at the sight of a child, however grisly her attire happens to be.]

And you do not look like you belong here at all -- Have you been captured? Please, free me, and I will show you what a warrior can do.

[Judging by the surprising lack of desperation, it's a promise rather than an attempt to bargain. However, his next words are more urgent.]

There may not be much time!

[on second glance, there's a sense of quiet strength about him that riful rather likes. she cocks her head to one side, studying him.]

You are the prince, aren't you? Worrying on my behalf-- that's very sweet.

[she smiles, all friendly cheer and condescension.]

But I'm afraid you've gotten it mixed up.

[Though he continues quite firmly, he doesn't miss her tone. There's something almost hopeful, however, in his response. As if trying to make her acknowledge what he believes, that she is worth worrying over. As if he genuinely believes that he might persuade her through his kindness.]

I am the prince, yes, though it would simply take a cruel person to not worry for another in this place.

[But he hesitates for a heartbeat too long.]

There... is not anything mixed up about that.

No?

[she smiles and smiles. oh, this is her favorite part.]

Even now, my armies are overrunning your country. For all their hard work capturing you, I've given them them free reign to eat as many as they like today.

[If he didn't know better, he would have been sure that his heart rammed right through his ribs. If he couldn't feel it hovering in his throat, as her words settled in.]

You can't mean-! Such vile...

[Finally, he manages a coherent demand.]

No! Who are you?

[she watches him take her words like a blow and leans back, enjoying the moment. all of that bright, bright hope, crushed in an instant. how positively wonderful~

there's a chair set nearby. riful settles herself into it, pulling her knees up to her chest and looking for all the world like the little girl she isn't.]

You may call me Riful. As for who I am, we'll have plenty of time to discuss that later, when we've become better friends.

That is, of course, assuming you survive.

[He stares at her blankly at first; it's almost dizzying how quickly she can go from such pronouncements to this innocent appearance.

However, it gives him a moment to think. It will take more than one blow to shatter his resolve.]

There will be no peace between us, if you mean what you said... There is nothing you could do worse than what you have done. I will survive to see justice.

Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Why don't you at least hear me out first?

[this is how the game goes: she tells them every piece of her plan, she offers them power, and she offers them their lives, and they struggle and spit defiance in her face. she breaks them to her liking, but they usually turn out to be too weak to be worth her time so then she breaks them again, this time for good.

it's predictable, and more than a little sad, but riful still holds out hope that somewhere, someday, there will be a person with high potential who sees how very nice and reasonable she's been all along and join up of their own free will.

today is probably not that day.]

After you Awaken, an alliance would only be to your benefit. This [little gesture indicating capturing him + conquering his country etc.] is only the opening play of a much larger game. You see, I don't have any intentions of ruling these lands myself. And there's no need for me to take that from you. All you have to do is Awaken, and see the world for what it really is.

No one would ever dare cross you again. [excepting her, of course.]

[In grudging silence, he listens, and his eyes narrow into slits of gold, just barely catching what light there is in the dungeon. What she is saying doesn't make much sense to him, but he has enough regal wisdom to know not to say as much. Not to mention enough common sense to know he wants nothing to do with it.]

Awaken? I am awake. I know this land, this world -

[This story, oh, what has become of his story? Even now, are his people suffering? His princess?

It isn't until he hears his own silence again that he realizes he has been moved to distraction, but he persists.]

It is my kingdom, by all rights, and this is not how alliances are forged. I keep a kingdom of peace, not a board to play on, and I will not tolerate this... this treatment! Release me at once!

[Again, that bearing. Such confident righteousness, he just knows what should be done, and intends to act on it. He acts as if the chains aren't there, because he believes they won't be for long. He has not seen tragedy averted for his life to end like this.]

[at that, she laughs and claps her hands together in delight.]

Such conviction! Such strength of heart! I think I like you even more now.

And that's why... [she stands up, stepping toward him as her smile widens, the monster peeking out of her eyes.] ...I am going to torture and break you and make you Awaken. Then you'll understand-- the truth of this world.

[her hair ripples out behind her, curling into long, dark tendrils.]

[He recoils as far as he can, throwing himself backward in a useless gesture.]

You will gain nothing by this! Whatever twisted meaning you think to expose... I won't be broken by falsehoods!

[Oh, but it's happened before. When he sought love that wasn't his, when he thirsted for it like water; already lies have been lodged in his heart. Nothing can be worse than that. That was torture, and it reached into his soul.]

Whatever you do to me, I will not change for you.

[But her threat hangs there, and squirms in front of him like the dungeon's darkness has come alive. He feels sweat on the back of his neck, because he isn't foolish, but he tries to bury the fear under his defiance. Glaring at the tendrils, he asks boldly.]

What is that?

Don't go making promises you can't keep. It's very rude.

[she laces her fingers together, clearly enjoying his discomfort as she approaches.]

Why, did you never go about wondering just what sort of monster I am? That's understandable. I don't usually reveal myself to just anyone.

I only say what I mean.

[He replies flatly, all his instinctive dramatics stripped away for an instant.

His eyes flick from side to side, trying to follow her shifting form. He thinks he can see something of what it is, and even less of it would make his stomach churn. That is her?

He sets his shoulders as much as he can, though his posture is strained. If nothing else, he'll face her without shaking.]

I did not know what was attacking my kingdom, only that something was. Even now, you see, it changes nothing about what needs to be done. If you call off your monsters, I... will give you a chance to retreat.

[He can only hope that she isn't able to scent desperation.]

[his words are enough to give her pause, blinking up at him before... her own shoulders begin to quiver, then shake-- she's laughing, trying to contain her laughter and not really succeeding.]

I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. [riful wipes at her eyes, and when she turns her gaze back upon him they shine with a queer, dark light, fever-bright.] But now you've got me curious. What will you do then, if I refuse?

Will you slay me, o brave prince? Will you take my head and cut out my heart? Will you rip off my arms and legs, have my body torn to pieces... Come now-- I want to know.

[That laughter, whatever her intent, was enough to rally him for the moment. Though gracious to all appearances, swans can be prideful creatures. He even meets her eyes without flinching.]

For what you have done to my kingdom - [And even to himself, and he does not even wish to think about where Rue might be, but he can't help it.] - there will be justice. It is as I said, and I have faced monsters before.

I will not be needlessly brutal, but nor will I suffer you to hurt others.

[The "when I have my freedom back" remains unsaid, but perhaps that just makes it seem louder.]

[she tsks at him.] Justice. How utterly boring. You are going to have to do much better than that.

[pause for a moment, as she thinks. all that shining nobility is wonderful, really, but only if she can corrupt it into a more useful form. how can she make this more interesting.]

Why don't I give you a bit more incentive?

[and with that, she gives a little shake of her head and the long, snakey tendrils of her her whip forward, stabbing needle-like into his right shoulder.

in the end, causing pain is all she really knows.]

[His mouth drops open, and the wound hits him like its own blow, like a firebrand. That's when he cries out, when it lances through him, jolting away the shock. Heat rises there, blood gathering and preparing to stain him. Now the pain was evening out into a sharp sting, resounding through him like the ring of metal on metal.

He thrashes briefly, reflexively grabbing for the wound. He needs, so badly, to tear away the offending material and protect it, but the chains put a stop to that.]

Ghh- [Eyes wide, he spits.] You... you will receive no better and no worse than what you deserve. That is justice.

[Taut with tension, he focuses on holding himself still. And on the look on her face. Boredom. She dares to speak to him of that! And then to use him to cure it...]

Nothing more!

Edited (belatedly noticed a silly typo) 2013-10-31 09:13 (UTC)

[Now she likes the look on his face.]

Much better. I was beginning to lose hope there that you'd be like all the rest-- all talk and no drive.

[she reaches out to lay her hand very gently against the side of his cheek, and eyes are fond as she looks him over.]

I want to see this justice of yours, prince.

[shadows writhe in the darkness, and the chains binding him shatter, as if cut into a thousand fine fragments, falling like metal rain around them. clinkclinkclink]

Why don't you show me~

Is that so?

[He catches his balance with a calculated stillness. Wincing as his injured shoulder falls heavily, a mass of sharp pressure leaking blood that he can't completely banish. Though that arm hangs limply at his side, he settles into a delicate stance, almost hovering on the ground. This challenge is familiar territory, and though it has been a while, it lends him a peculiar serenity.]

Very well, then. You have had your chances. Now!

[Unarmed as he is, he has only a stranger choice open to him. Reluctantly inspired by Riful herself, in fact, though far less perverse. He moves, just so. He raises his good arm with a graceful flourish. From the simple gesture, a floral breeze fills the dank dungeon. It is the only warning before a stream of fluttering pink petals flies straight at her, thick enough to choke. Then he springs, and a similar pillar of flowers meets him in the air, allowing him to float atop them.]

[well, it certainly is.... very pretty. being the sort of beast that doesn't need to breathe, riful simply stands in place, watching the room fill with flowers with a bemused expression on her face.]

You may have the first strike, and the second. [because she is a very generous person, make no mistake about it. though seeing him, floating now, she purses her mouth with a considering expression on her face.]

But don't you try to escape. I won't like that at all.

How courteous of you.

[Not even a distraction, then? He stiffens at that warning; that was an easier prediction than he would have liked. Yet she didn't sound used to people challenging her, and even in blatantly ignoring her, he wasn't going to run the way she might expect. Just find a weapon fit for human hands, as quickly as possible.]

I have never fled a battle before, and I do not intend to start now. But if you think I'm going to let you do as you please, you are quite mistaken.

[Though the petals are settling, he raises a hopefully concealing wall between them, and veers off into the surrounding gloom. Anything, anything at all will do... Even an old, slightly chipped blade lying in a dark corridor, no doubt a remnant of some poor soul. He will put it to better use.

He lands softly, and this time, sets up a whirling barrier of flowers. She'll have to get through it to get to him. He won't hide, but he wants no more surprises.]

[she reaches out with her senses, searching for that bright, pure glimmer of his power, but his energy is all around her,and she can't find a thing. riful sighs a little, thwarted, but her interest is piqued all the same. she rises from her seat, feeling the petals buffet her skin as she steps forward, down the dark corridor.]

Hide and seek, is it? Hmm, I've never seen power like this before.

[but it really isn't in her nature to do the hunting-- whenever possible, she much prefers her prey to come to her.]

But while you dally, my creatures will be eating their fill tonight. I wonder... have they already made it to your castle?

[He has to bite his lip to keep from shouting to her, but the challenge has been declared well enough, and he doesn't want to completely ruin his position. Being on the offensive is how he prefers it, really; he isn't one for hiding away in corners. But for the same reason, he hates to for his hand to be forced.

Hefting the sword in his good arm, he tries to keep to the edge of the hallway. He hopes to sneak up on her, however distasteful that may be, and finish this quickly. For the sake of his people, and because he believes his second chance would be that much harder. Sustaining this much is tiring, and there's wooziness on the edge of his vision.

When he catches sight of her through a brief gap, he dashes the rest of the way and leaps, slashing down at her with all the strength that carried him up.]

5+7? Or whatever her preferred methods would be!

sounds good to me! can also do 3, eventually 8 if you're interested in either

3 definitely sounds interesting...

okay!

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