Post by The Greater Evil on Sept 21, 2009 22:28:24 GMT -5
V: I’m very disappointed in you.
The man’s body quivered and shook, soaked with sweat but running on overdrive with adrenaline. The man who spoke to him walked around in front of him and stood there, silently staring at him with a twisted smile on his face as his eyes alternated from the man to the vicious looking surgical scalpel in his hand. The man looked from him to the scalpel and back again, his eyes focused for a moment on the bloody blade on the instrument that was normally used to heal…but was now being used for something far more sinister. The man stared at his tormentor for a moment before his eyes shifted and he looked to his right, over the shoulder of his confessor. The presence of the second person caused him to shudder and a small whimper of fear to emanate from his person. The second man walked up to him, removing his charcoal gray suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves to his black dress shirt as he did so. He paused in front of the bound man, taking a moment to test the straps that had him bound hand and foot to the floor and ceiling. Satisfied with his findings he ran his hand through his short dark hair and cupped the man’s chin in his hand, forcing his head upwards so that he had to look him in the eyes.
V2: It would be wise of you to answer anything that he asks of you. He is known for being devoid of the ability to feel pity for others…and even were you worthy of pity I would do nothing to keep him from extending your torment.
He dropped the man’s head and walked around the back of him, nodding his head briefly to the first man. The first man looked at the man and his dark eyes danced with evil glee. He ran his finger over the blade of the scalpel, ducking down a little so that he’d be in the man’s line of sight.
V1: What my friend is trying to say is that this really could end for you all the more rapidly if you would just answer me. If you don’t…
His mouth curled into a crooked grin and he lifted the man’s hand as the second man grabbed him by his head and yanked it backwards so that he had no choice but to look up as the second man pulled one of his hands in front of his eyes. The man’s eyes filled with terror as his tormentor smiled at a truly unnerving smile at him.
V1: You see my friend, what I have done to you thus far is merely a pittance compared to that which I am truly capable of. For example…did you know that the webbing between a man’s fingers are so sensitive because they are no more than a small expanse of tightly packed nerve endings ? That’s why it hurts so badly and bleeds so quickly when you get a paper cut.
He lifts the scalpel up and forces the man’s arm out, spreading two of his fingers apart as he slowly lowers the blade between them as he stared viciously into the man’s eyes.
V1: That is why it is going to hurt you so badly when I do…
He quickly rips the blade backwards, slicing through the skin between the man’s fingers like a sword through a plastic bag.
V1: This.
The blade makes a sickening sound as it renders the man’s flesh apart in a brief spurt of blood. The sound is briefly punctuated by a screech of pure agony and a violent spasm that cause the chains that trapped him in his personal hell to rattle loudly. The second man walks around to the front of him, stopping next to his tormentor, his face unnaturally calm. He stood silently for a moment, just watching the man…gleaning something from his eyes as he stared into them with his steely gray orbs. Once he chose to spoke his tone was almost inhumanly calm.
V2: What my friend says here is true. If you think about it, the pain that you are currently experiencing is but a microcosm of what we could do to you. In my past career I was trained by the finest connoisseurs of pain that the Russian nation had to offer. There are things I know about the human body that I know from a purely clinical and dispassionate standpoint. You see, while I would like nothing more than to remove your face with my bare hands, it does me no good to give into that emotion…besides…
He again puts his hand to the man’s chin and forces his head up. He looks into his eyes, eyes that have very shrunk pupils but are clearly hyper aware of what’s going on around him. He meets the man’s hyper attentive stare with a cold gaze of his own, a look that is equally as aware of what he’s participating in but also completely all right with it in every way.
V2: David here knows things about the implementation on pain and suffering that even my teachers would pale at.
Damarest grins and laughs a caustic and vicious chuckle at the somewhat unusual compliment and twirls the scalpel around in his hand, shifting it from finger to finger like one would with a coin.
Damarest: As my friend Erik said…pain and suffering are my specialty…my passion you might say.
With a suddenness and speed that are worthy of a predatory feline, Damarest whips the blade up and into his hand, steadying it in an iron grip and pressing it into the man’s Adam’s Apple just enough to cause a trickle of blood to dribble out and mix with the sweat that’s coming out in waves from his overly taxed body. Damarest watches the blood flow with a crooked and quite frankly deranged smirk on his face as Erik looks on with what seems to be complete indifference.
Damarest: Now…about that information…
End[/i]
The man’s body quivered and shook, soaked with sweat but running on overdrive with adrenaline. The man who spoke to him walked around in front of him and stood there, silently staring at him with a twisted smile on his face as his eyes alternated from the man to the vicious looking surgical scalpel in his hand. The man looked from him to the scalpel and back again, his eyes focused for a moment on the bloody blade on the instrument that was normally used to heal…but was now being used for something far more sinister. The man stared at his tormentor for a moment before his eyes shifted and he looked to his right, over the shoulder of his confessor. The presence of the second person caused him to shudder and a small whimper of fear to emanate from his person. The second man walked up to him, removing his charcoal gray suit jacket and rolling up the sleeves to his black dress shirt as he did so. He paused in front of the bound man, taking a moment to test the straps that had him bound hand and foot to the floor and ceiling. Satisfied with his findings he ran his hand through his short dark hair and cupped the man’s chin in his hand, forcing his head upwards so that he had to look him in the eyes.
V2: It would be wise of you to answer anything that he asks of you. He is known for being devoid of the ability to feel pity for others…and even were you worthy of pity I would do nothing to keep him from extending your torment.
He dropped the man’s head and walked around the back of him, nodding his head briefly to the first man. The first man looked at the man and his dark eyes danced with evil glee. He ran his finger over the blade of the scalpel, ducking down a little so that he’d be in the man’s line of sight.
V1: What my friend is trying to say is that this really could end for you all the more rapidly if you would just answer me. If you don’t…
His mouth curled into a crooked grin and he lifted the man’s hand as the second man grabbed him by his head and yanked it backwards so that he had no choice but to look up as the second man pulled one of his hands in front of his eyes. The man’s eyes filled with terror as his tormentor smiled at a truly unnerving smile at him.
V1: You see my friend, what I have done to you thus far is merely a pittance compared to that which I am truly capable of. For example…did you know that the webbing between a man’s fingers are so sensitive because they are no more than a small expanse of tightly packed nerve endings ? That’s why it hurts so badly and bleeds so quickly when you get a paper cut.
He lifts the scalpel up and forces the man’s arm out, spreading two of his fingers apart as he slowly lowers the blade between them as he stared viciously into the man’s eyes.
V1: That is why it is going to hurt you so badly when I do…
He quickly rips the blade backwards, slicing through the skin between the man’s fingers like a sword through a plastic bag.
V1: This.
The blade makes a sickening sound as it renders the man’s flesh apart in a brief spurt of blood. The sound is briefly punctuated by a screech of pure agony and a violent spasm that cause the chains that trapped him in his personal hell to rattle loudly. The second man walks around to the front of him, stopping next to his tormentor, his face unnaturally calm. He stood silently for a moment, just watching the man…gleaning something from his eyes as he stared into them with his steely gray orbs. Once he chose to spoke his tone was almost inhumanly calm.
V2: What my friend says here is true. If you think about it, the pain that you are currently experiencing is but a microcosm of what we could do to you. In my past career I was trained by the finest connoisseurs of pain that the Russian nation had to offer. There are things I know about the human body that I know from a purely clinical and dispassionate standpoint. You see, while I would like nothing more than to remove your face with my bare hands, it does me no good to give into that emotion…besides…
He again puts his hand to the man’s chin and forces his head up. He looks into his eyes, eyes that have very shrunk pupils but are clearly hyper aware of what’s going on around him. He meets the man’s hyper attentive stare with a cold gaze of his own, a look that is equally as aware of what he’s participating in but also completely all right with it in every way.
V2: David here knows things about the implementation on pain and suffering that even my teachers would pale at.
Damarest grins and laughs a caustic and vicious chuckle at the somewhat unusual compliment and twirls the scalpel around in his hand, shifting it from finger to finger like one would with a coin.
Damarest: As my friend Erik said…pain and suffering are my specialty…my passion you might say.
With a suddenness and speed that are worthy of a predatory feline, Damarest whips the blade up and into his hand, steadying it in an iron grip and pressing it into the man’s Adam’s Apple just enough to cause a trickle of blood to dribble out and mix with the sweat that’s coming out in waves from his overly taxed body. Damarest watches the blood flow with a crooked and quite frankly deranged smirk on his face as Erik looks on with what seems to be complete indifference.
Damarest: Now…about that information…
End[/i]