TORTURE MEME ; CONTENT WARNING

[toastysocks]

CONTENT 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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Peri | Fire Emblem Fates | OTA

[scaryperi]

[ Inflicting on another might be a bit quick... very down for her suffering. Favoring very bloody ones for obvious reasons. ]

Gwen Stacy (Spider-Woman/Venom) | Marvel 65

[rando_dork]

[Venom for inflicting, Gwen/Spider-Woman for victim.]

Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin

[preciousbrat]

[The victim: yes to: 1,2,5,8]

Sherlock Holmes || Sherlock BBC || m/m

[desecrated]

2

[captainwatson]

Everything is so dark. It will always be dark from now on.

What good are eyes to a hostage? This way they can guarantee he can never describe his captors or the place they took him.

He had tried so hard not to scream as they slid the knife into his socket. He hadn't tried hard enough. Eventually his body had shut down from the pain. Numb. It was if nothing existed once everything became black. Black and painful. Burning in his skull.

They had let him hang in the chains for a day afterwards. He lost track of the time. He would be crying if he could.

What did they want? WHAT DID THEY WANT?

They didn't ask any questions. It was just. Fun.

And then they got bored and threw him on the doorstep of 221b.

Sherlock will find a curled up figure in rags, shaking in the rain at midnight, whimpering like a wounded animal. Is he dead? Nothing feels real anymore. A bandage sodden with blood is wrapped around the top half of his face.

[desecrated]

At first he hadn't worried so much. John would be back. Then he's started tracking him to a blind spot that John had never emerged from.

The odd thud, scraping noise makes him check. Just in case. He thinks it's an animal. The bandages are dirty. He doesn't recognize the man at first.
"John?" Christ he needs medical attention but Sherlock is liable to just try and bundle him inside. "It's okay, it's okay... I won't hurt you."
Sherlock tries not to cry. He's been tortured too but... that was by all really a beating.

[captainwatson]

"Sh...Sherlock...?" He reaches out, grasping at air; "Is...is it really you? You...found me?"

They told him they were throwing him down a well. That he would be lucky if he broke his neck.

[desecrated]

"It's me," His hands are shaking and he presses John's hand to his cheek.
"They they just left you here for me to find...come on, can you walk? Let's get you inside." He should call an ambulance but... He can't bear to have John snatched away after he's just turned up. "I'll make you some tea alright?" John clearly can't see and how bloodied the bandages are indicates he's probably missing his eyes...

Sherlock can't imagine what it would be like. He depends on his vision for everything.
He's determined that he'll look after John and dress any wound he might have.
He shudders, immediately trying not to think of lying prone on his stomach and letting himself be stitched up and how much it hurt.
John will have the best of care though. Regardless.

[captainwatson]

He clutches onto Sherlock like a lifeline. He's been starved of contact for weeks other than the odd roughing up with gloved fists. His arms ache from how he's been strung up like a piece of meat for so long and his legs feel hallow. But he tries, leaning heavily on Sherlock and struggling to his feet.

"They...d-didn't cut off my legs..." he shakes, almost as if attempting some humor in the darkest moment and not managing it.

He only manages a couple of steps before collapsing with exhaustion against Sherlock's side.

There will be a ghastly sight if Sherlock removes the bandages. The most careless of stitches to stop him losing too much blood. He will need the wounds to be properly cleaned up and some skin grafts. But his eyes are clean gone.

[desecrated]

Severed nerves probably shouldn't be reattached though Sherlock thinks briefly he'd give John one of his if it meant he could see again. But an eye being replaced and the trauma of physically removing in such a way...
He gets John inside, bolting the door behind him and half carrying him up the stairs, he guides John's hand to his chair.
His mind is whirring, cutting off more than just eyes on the people that did this to John.
He will hurt them. Badly. Make them regret living.
His hands shake a bit, bringing a spoon to give John warm tea, trying it first. "Bit warm. Not too hot."

[captainwatson]

He shudders, not too sure when he's awake or asleep now, terrified at any moment he will be back in the torture chamber. He would literally never see them coming.

His mouth automatically opens for the tea.

His cheeks are wet, his tear ducts still functioning as if normal.

"H-home?"

[desecrated]

"Home," Sherlock assures, spooning tea into John's mouth. Gently. Christ. "I won't let anyone hurt you."
I'll kill them.
I'll make you soup. Take care of you.
"I'll look at the wounds in a bit okay? Don't want you getting an infection. It might hurt worse." His did and it wasn't centralized to his head, either.

[captainwatson]

"They...d-didn't use aesthetic. I think I passed out more than once..." he tries to explain, staying still so he doesn't spill the tea being spooned to him; "What they used...w-wasn't sanitised, I'm sure...You'll have to be my mirror and let me know how bad I look?"

[desecrated]

"Why don't I wait until after we've cleaned and bandaged and stitched you properly, alright. And you need soup or vitamins." Fussing. He shouldn't be.

[captainwatson]

"Just...water, please..." his voice will sound raspy, parched.

Kara Danvers | Supergirl | OTA

[iisupergirlii]

[TORTURE HER YES]

[blooming_shield]

(OoC: ...couldn't think of how to start our other thread, so hopping over here! Any you don't want Kara to suffer from?)

[iisupergirlii]

[I'm not into 1, 3, or 8, but everything else is aces!]

9 for starters!

[blooming_shield]

“Wow, the world-famous Supergirl, my own little test subject! Who’da Thunk?” Erika couldn’t help but laugh evilly, even if it was for show. She wanted to put someone like her through her paces and this was her chance to shine. She had Kara in a cell of sorts, Kryptonite and red sunlight hidden behind unbreakable glass so that she could be weakened enough to have what she wants to do done.

“Oh, Any last words before we get started, dear?”

[iisupergirlii]

Kara slammed her palm against the glass surrounding her - or, well, she tried to. It was more of an ineffectual slap against the pane than anything. She felt weighted down, drained - weak, unable to stand.

She curled her hands into fists at her side and glared at the woman on the other side of the glass. She was enjoying this - how sick did you have to be...?

Kara clenched her jaw. "Tell me who you work for." It wasn't the first time she'd made that demand.

[blooming_shield]

“Ah, you know I don’t like to kiss and tell!” Erika said, laughing. “Maybe if you survive, I’ll spill. For now, let’s get things started!”

Hitting a few buttons, the room Kara was in started to glow blue as the temperature started to drop.

[iisupergirlii]

Kara sucked in a shuddering breath. The temperature plummeted faster than Kara could adapt to, weakened like this. It continued to sink until Kara felt like she was in the Fortress, but not immune to its freezing temperatures. Soon, her breath started coming out in a fog, and she shivered in her glass cage, glaring at the woman in front of her.

Her teeth chattered as she asked, "Why are you doing this?"

[valter]

Valter hadn't had Supergirl in captivity for long, but she was already putting up a valiant resistance. It was something she might curse herself for, since the blowback to all her fighting was about to be a severe one.

Kara herself was restrained in a chair-like apparatus. She's seated in it, but also more or less attached. Her lower legs are each belted to the stirrups and keep her generously spread and exposed. She's angled back, but a seat beneath her hips has them thrust slightly up. Her arms are restrained beneath her to the base of the chair. A belt around her throat keeps her head in place.

For this, Kara had been left ungagged. Standing over her was her owner, her master, the man who controlled her life. Roughly, he was inserting eyelid retractors into her eyes, which used a ratcheting system to spread her eyes open wide.

Taek Jegal | G.O.H

[excuseless]

Everyone needs a hobby.

Noctis | Final Fantasy XV | OTA but Canonmates preferred

[thepeoplesprince]