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ex_victimized943) wrote in bakerstreet2013-10-24 07:08 am
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. ♥
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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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!
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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~
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[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.]
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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.
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[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.]
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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?
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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.]
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...before the corners of her split mouth turn upward in a ghastly smile and she says, quite conversationally:]
I suppose I'll just count that as your first blow then. Will you take another? Or is it my turn now?
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What are you?!
[Of course, the answer appears to him as his stare meets her divided, delighted gaze. He leaps forward again, wielding his sword one-handed with a fencer's sharpened grace. He cuts, slashes, jabs; aiming to wound or pierce. Aiming for her heart, in fact, hoping to end her there. He cannot fathom what she would do unchecked.]
...Vile beast! Take this!
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Such ferocity! Come then, show me what you can do!
[Riful can sense the bright glimmer of his energy all around her. She reaches out for it with her own power, trying to pin it down, to feed black corruption into it. She's not practiced at this by any means, and it's a crude and brutal form of transformation, but if there was any way she could-- encourage-- him into becoming a monster on his own, she would take it.]
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Why do you want this? Why-?
[Then, between beats of his heart, something gouges into him. A foreign feeling that digs in at the seams as if to pry them apart and make more spill from within. It washes through him, and suddenly his strikes are vicious and careless. He has to hurt her. To make her stop. To make her suffer. How much cleaner it is. He drops the sword with a jolt before he realizes what he's doing.]
No, no, no...
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Now, don't be that way. And here you were doing so well!
[The cuts and slashes over her face and body writhe, shrinking and growing, opening long seams along her body that gap and close as she steps forward, reaching out to cup his cheek, gaze into his eyes. Whatever Riful finds there seems to disappoint her. Her brow furrows, and both halves of her mouth tighten into an unhappy line.]
For a moment there, I had such high hopes for you.
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[Shuddering at her touch, he tears away from her and ends up half-balanced on the wall. One hand is pressed tightly to his heart, acting as a guard as he tries to calm himself and settle the world in front of his eyes. There is a limit to how much blood a human can lose, after all.]
So well... Whatever you were trying to do, I won't be deceived. I won't.
[He seems to have lost momentum. Though he shifts upright, straightening as best he can, he still has to lean on the wall to keep himself there. His hand doesn't stop scrabbling at his chest, held there by an old reflex.]
If you want to fight, then fight! Don't... don't try to toy with me!
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[There's a curious soft quality to her voice and her eyes are distant as she looks him over. Humans are so fragile, even though now and again, she thinks she's found one worth her while. And then... she breaks them. She exhales, then allows herself to smile again. If nothing else, Riful is an optimist to her core.]
Well, that's fine. We'll make do with what we have. And you'll be all the stronger for it.
[She reaches out for him again, but this time she's done playing, directing the ribbons of her hair to wind around his arms and legs, binding him. She'll drag the monster out of him by force if she has to, bleed him dry to pour her power in.]
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[Courage is strength for him. Honor is strength. When fleetness of foot and steadiness of limb would normally give out, true character can carry the day. Fragility, especially his, with his carefully crafted features, has always proven deceiving. Indeed, her words are enough to stir him now, as he pushes himself from the wall -- right into her bindings.]
A monster like you! What do you know of strength?
[He gasps, kicking and tugging at the ribbons that wind around him, but their grip only grows stronger. His face twists with pain, and he shouts out, before his breath fails:]
Nothing, understand this! I don't want this, this accursed thing you call power, and I won't take it!
[The truth of that statement is stronger than he means it to be; he doesn't want to be changed anymore. It's a strangely personal sentiment, coming from a once selfless soul, but he isn't thinking of his people. Enough, now that he is who he is. Maybe the plain and simple refusal is everything he has, but it's better than her offering. If what he felt before is her power, then he'll be sick if it touches him again.]
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[She tightens her grip on him, bearing him back against the wall again. The sharp edges cut fine red lines into his white skin. Delicately, she draws a finger along his arm, licks the blood off with a smile.]
My, you do taste delicious. There really is something about desperation that enhances the flavor. It's too bad... I can't have just a bite.
[She is a little hungry, after all this play. But! Business first, snacking later. She has much greater plans for this one, after all. Reaching out again, she presses her hand into his injured shoulder, fingers elongating and threading into his body, sliding just beneath skin. There's a muted "crack" of something brittle snapping as she draws back, leading a long sliver of her own flesh embedded inside of him.]
I've never tried this before, you know. You should consider it an honor, to be the first.
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At her touch, he shudders from something more than reflex, but of course finds himself unable to recoil further now. He watches her from under his hair with undisguised disgust, at first just letting her words wash over him. It's the truth of what she says pricks at him more deeply than anything. He has no choice. No way to stop her as he is, it's not enough.
He cries out wordlessly when she stabs him again, where it was already throbbing, and he can only stare in helpless horror when she breaks off a piece of herself inside of him. The tendrils embed there, tangling into the muscle beyond any kind of simple removal. Perhaps beyond removal at all. At first, he feels lightheaded, barely coherent.]
Ah! Honored, but... What are you- What are you doing-?
[He draws in a deep breath, then another. The air is musty, unclean under the smell of blood. He makes use of it, though, to steady his speech. It still comes out half-gasped, but he throws himself upright, eyes blazing defiantly even as they burn with pain.]
If I can't stop what you'll do to me, then do as you will! Just spare the rest of my people... Enough...
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It's a trick I picked up from my enemies. You see... [She claps her hands together, very pleased with herself. ] The only way to fight a monster is to become one. And what better way to become a monster than to take some part of one into yourself?
This is only the first step, of course. It's not nearly as simple as running you through and letting time do its work. No... [If the prince had gotten a taste of Riful's dark energy earlier, it was barely anything compared to the torrent of vicious black power that washes through him now, focused and channeled through that piece of her in his flesh.]
I can't say you're in any position to bargain right now, prince. But I'll tell you what-- if you'll cooperate and Awaken without too much struggle, I'll save them for you to eat yourself.
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[The color drains from his face, and his expression changes rapidly, flickering in shock and finally twisting something more than physical pain. He was just hurting before, hurting in many places and badly, but it was only touching the surface. This is dread, this pounding of the heart, this terrible need to make this stop. Because it's happening to him, and this is the one thing that he has sworn would never happen to him again.]
That is Awakening? Is... is that what you want of me?
[He repeats it as if he can ward it off that way. But then, he should be relieved, because why can't he? This is something he can control. He has a choice this time, a wholehearted choice, to not lose himself. He doesn't want to lose himself anymore, he truly doesn't. Blood or flesh, he is more than any single part.]
If you think that will be all it takes... you are mistaken...
[He remembers what he felt before, very clearly. That caught him by surprise, and this time, he's ready--
The strike against his willpower threatens to wipe him away in one brief instant. Savage impulse floods him; not merely content to assault his heart, it tears through, building up inside as it passes. The response to his offer sparks revulsion, to fuel his anger and his defense, and he snarls at her.]
No! Never! Stop... stop trying to-!
[His jaw clenches, and his shoulders hunch defensively, only to send him jerking backward with a spasm of what has become agony. It demands his focus for a split second, almost too long...]
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[The long ribbons of her hair loosen around his limbs, dropping him to the floor. There's no kindness in this-- she only wants to see what he'll do, if he'll try and try again to fight her or give in at last.]
I admire your strength, prince, I really do. So please, there's no need for you to struggle anymore. It doesn't have to hurt like this, you know...
[Her voice is high and sweet as she brushes his hair back, fingers gentle, even as she continues to pour power into his body, trying to drown out the pure glimmer of his own light.]
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[He lands on his feet, balance is almost a force of habit for him, but he sways over almost immediately, doubling in on himself with his hands pressed tightly to his heart.]
Someone like you... that's a monster... You don't care if it hurts, you hurt so many others without a thought...
[One hand claws at his chest desperately, nails digging in through the fabric of his shirt as he lifts himself upright. The other balls itself into a fist, and he uses it to punch her in the face with his free arm with a ragged cry.]
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[She takes the blow without so much as a twitch, smiling even as she reaches out to wrap her hand around hims wrist, fingers digging into skin and tightening with bone-crushing force.]
Did you think I was always as I am now?
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If you were once human, how can you do this?!
[He swallows heavily, trembling and panting, as if that particular outburst took a great deal out of him. His eyes go wide, fixed on something distant. Uncertainly, he murmurs.]
Is there something... are you suffering, too? Isn't that right? Tell me what you need...
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But it's too late now-- far too late. No one had come to her aid, and Riful had made her choices. She had saved herself. And now, she would save him.]
Would you save me, prince? [Her tone is wistful, but something warm and trembling lies lurking just beneath, a barely contained smile of hot and vicious pleasure.] Ah, I don't think you quite understand.
[She pours her power into him, cruelty and darkness and an all-consuming hunger for hot, sweet flesh, even as the long ribbons of her flesh trail over the pale skin of his torso, cutting through cloth and skin to leave tiny bloody wounds all down the length of him.]
To be human is to suffer. I only wish to set you free.
[ooc: she'll probably try to transform him or uh, kill him trying to transform him o/ lemme know how you're like to wrap this up]
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[Well, to be a prince means to be many things, whatever your people need. Hoping for them, striving for them, a prince makes the world a greater place through his efforts, and his people receive the rewards. He had only just begun to discover what it meant to live for himself, and enjoy that effort personally. Small delights, things that he enjoyed for his own sake.
All shattered in a day, because he is human. A prince is a man underneath all the silk and gold. When you take the sword from a warrior's hand, he too becomes a man once more. A man has anger, but this is more than that. This is pure hatred, pouring into him, and it all gathers around his failure. Useless. Weak, like this. It makes him boil with rage, his skin shifting and bulging strangely.
He falls to his knees, but he snatches the collar of her dress from the floor.]
I'll save you, too! I have to, and then my kingdom! Only tell me what you need, please!
[He'll save her if he has to rip her heart out to do it. He'll be the one to end their suffering. He could laugh with joy, and in fact, he does. All he has to do is make people stop suffering, and there are so many ways to do that, here and now.]
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wow dw thanks for never giving me this notif
so this probably isn't all that necessary yet but the expressions are better
awww yeah, reminds me I need to make an Awakened icon mule for this girl
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