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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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[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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Then save me, prince. [She looks deeply into his eyes, waiting for it-- that precise moment of transformation, despair to joy, pain to pleasure, the remnants of his humanity stripping away to reveal truth. Riful is so, so very tired of weaklings, but that bright, sweet power of his has such promise, and this time, she won't be disappointed. She wants to mold him beneath her hands, turn him into her very own creature. She wants his heart between her teeth.]
I don't ask for much. Just your power, and your loyalty. [Her smile reaches all the way to her eyes] We could be such friends!
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Ah! Yes, yes, everyone needs... needs someone, don't worry... I'll save you, be your friend!
[A warped swan's beak stretches from his face when he looks back up at her, the end unusually sharp. But the remnants of his mouth twist upwards at the edge. There's something almost feverish about his intent gaze. His heart is truly beating for the first time, and every inch of him is filled with raw strength. This is what he was missing. He could have torn this place to pieces long ago if he had this.]
That's my duty as a prince...
[He lifts his hands and returns her gesture from earlier, after a fashion, with the tips of his talons brushing her cheek.]
wow dw thanks for never giving me this notif
At long last, here was one worth keeping. This one would be-- an asset to her war, a follower whose strength would allow her to crush Isley, and... a friend, a wonderful companion to entertain her when the winter days grow long and the humans retreat from the chill, and all their battles are put on hold. Riful has always wanted a friend. Tonight, all her dreams are coming true.]
Wonderful. Just wonderful. You have so much to learn-- but I will be here for you, and I promise, you won't regret it.
[She offers her hand up to him, and despite the difference in their sizes it's not a gesture between equals. (She always expects them to submit to her, won't accept anything else.)]
Tell me your name. [Someone must have told her before, but it's slipped her mind. Riful never does bother remember unless something extraordinary has happened-- like this.]
so this probably isn't all that necessary yet but the expressions are better
Prince Siegfried.
[Pushing himself off the floor, he steadies himself properly for what feels like the first time. Not only have his wounds healed, but he's still filled with new strength. He can simply destroy anyone who tries to stop him now, and it's strange that he didn't realize that before. One strange wing flares behind him and the other sweeps across his chest, as he bows to her gratefully. He supposes he does owe her something, and he's never been one to neglect his debts.]
Oh, no, no... You needn't worry about me. I learn quickly, and perhaps you'll be surprised by what I already know.
awww yeah, reminds me I need to make an Awakened icon mule for this girl
[She says his name like a caress, a promise, and then laughs, all pride and dark joy. Sharp claws and proud wings, a white prince at her beck and call, all that glorious bright power and strong heart under her command... Why, this sounds like a story straight out of some fairytale, and something about the whole notion of it rather appeals to Riful. Clothing and stories, loyalty and comrades... she had always been fascinated by the trappings of humanity. From time to time, she even adopts them as her own (only to shed them like so much cast off snakeskin, with hardly any thought at all.)]
Well then, my prince, why don't we test out your new power? As my gift to you, we'll retake your lands, and reshape them to your liking.
[That she's returning to him what was previously his is... just a technicality, really.]
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[He straightens, shifting into a new pose almost at once. His hands lift to the ceiling, and his wings stretch to their fullest extent now. The posturing is an old habit that comes from years on the stage, but the new feathers make him seem so much bigger. Some protrude at odd angles, and he simply reaches over and grabs them by the roots to adjust them with thin cracks of bone. Even as takes care of this, he continues speaking with Riful. He feels like a ruler should, full of pride and vigor, and now he wants to hurry. He's getting hungry, after all.]
My kingdom, yes, must be dealt with. You were only trying to help, weren't you? But I know it best.
[He smiles so kindly. He understands why, now. Things should never have been allowed to grow so fragile, out of his protection.]
We shouldn't keep them waiting. I'm sure everyone will be so happy when I return!
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and takewhat she pleases, make no mistake.]Your kingdom. That's right~ [What she wants to see is the look on their faces as their beloved prince comes home-- all those wonderful human bonds of loyalty and trust, shattering under disbelief and betrayal. How tragic! How utterly lovely! She never had any doubt that her methods would work, only all those years of disappointment because nobody until now has quite been up to par.] I'll defer to your good judgement. [Indulgence aside, she adds matter-of-factly:] But don't go forgetting your place, prince. I am your elder, after all.
[Riful settles back town to her heels, flat-footed, then tilts her head to one side as if she's forgotten something. Perhaps she had. It has been so long since her own Awakening that... ah.]
Oh, I'm sure you're hungry by now. [With any new creature, the first instinct is survival, the second, hunger, all consuming and insatiable, as if the body is making up for all those years it had spent starved of power and truth. ] Why don't we begin with a snack?
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[He holds the pose for a moment longer, closing his eyes contentedly. Her touch once made him recoil, but now he can detect the fondness in it, even appreciation. It's all that he deserves, though he misunderstands its true nature. He is, after all, a prince worth admiring. He can do anything! And he's never been so proud as to refuse instruction. He had to learn swordplay and dance from somewhere, and this is no different. Just another skill to master.]
You and I shall work together. No doubt you have much to teach me.
[The mention of food only serves to worsen his hunger, or at least his awareness of it, enough to burn. It's the only unpleasant sensation so far, and he'd rather be rid of it. Somehow, he seems to brighten that much more.]
After all, that's a wise suggestion. I do... ahhh... I do need something to eat.
[He lowers his wings, folding them as best he can, which is to say, not very well. The long feathers jut out directly behind him from his arms, twisting awkwardly under his shoulders, but now, he doesn't seem to mind the disorderly state. His gaze is fixed in the distance, still smiling.]
Shall we find some meat?
(ooc: I think this might about wrap it up here, if that's okay with you! \o/ You can do another if you'd like, but I think we know where it's going!)