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This is What Pain Truly is

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Amadore Giovanni

-Amadore had been bitten at least twice by the hybridized horror, one near his own collarbone, the other on his shoulder where a chunk of flesh had been taken twixt her teeth. If he felt pain, he didn’t show it, but that flesh seemed to regrow at a rapid rate and was like metal within her mouth, blocking her air path while the two of them were transported across the world and into that different dimension. People had found it hard to guess at where the Giovanni had gone when they were one of the largest clans of vampire on Hellifyno. Originally, that had been Steelheart Colony where they had grown at an exponential rate. When the werebears had come to reclaim their home, they had found it a place changed forever by the spoils of this century instead of the nature reserve it had been when they lived there. Now, though, they end up in a room that is a little less than a room. Completely encased with stone, walls painted white so that it cast off the glare of any light to keep itself well lit, there is only a slab of stone that acts as a table within the room, off to the side, another slab that holds a majority of tools ranging from medical to arcane, all of which display no semblance of what he can really do with them. Immediately, though, there is a fight only she doesn’t seem to realize how strong he is. He hefts her toward that central slab, even through the kicking, biting, scratching of her nails. It comes down to sheer force that he slams her head back against the slab, a moment later, he’s strapping both her hands down, followed by her legs.There are several straps that lay at either side of the table, each strap made whole by vicious hooks that, as soon as she’s strapped down, he turns his attention to. The first of those, he hooks into each of her shoulders, <those very large hooks sliding into her flesh with ease, penetrating sinew so that it hooks under muscle and bone. Those straps are held by ropes that rise above the table, hooked to a line and pulley system that will allow him to lift her up and to lay her down again. He huffs loudly after the hooks are slid inside her shoulders, stepping away to marvel at her- You are quite the damned beast.

 

Morrigan

She might have taken out a chunk of his flesh, but that didn’t mean she’d swallowed it. She’d spit it out, trying to use her own shapeshifting to her advantage. It had done nothing, and the pain coursing through her chest where her collarbone was, was something she couldn’t quite react to. Well, she could, but she didn’t know /how/ to react. She had kicked around, biting at him, fingers nothing more than serrated claws, as she tried to get free. It was no use to her, and she hated it. At least no one else could see her. No one else would know just how fucking /helpless/ she was right then. Her eyes flickered between colors, though they seemed more content to flash between amber and violet. She had no chance to look around the room, nor did she really care to. All she cared about was getting herself /out/. She grunted as her head made contact with the stone of that table, deep brown blood seeping out of her skull. A beast? That’s what he thought she was? She grinned, a malicious one, still showcasing her arrogant nature. “You haven’t seen anything yet, fucker,” she grumbled. The hooks slid into her shoulders, and she /almost/ screamed. Almost. The noise she made was somewhere between a groan and a whistle, her jaw clenching as she fought the urge to cry out. She wasn’t about to let some stranger see her in her potentially weakest state.

 

Amadore Giovanni

I will, -he growls back- I’m quite sure of it. -His lips twist in a cruel, unadulterated grin, fully displaying the malice he intended to put her through. He moves effortlessly toward the rope in that pulley system before moving away from it, instead, walking toward that table with all his tools. One of a torture’s most valuable tools are those that bind their intended target. For her, just anything won’t do. Razor chord, that’s what he grabs, inching back toward her. He first binds her hands, fingers expertly curling the wire around her hands, settling it against her wrists. If she pulls, she cuts deeper into herself. If she tries to escape it, it cuts deeper. She’ll have bled herself before she even knows it. Not to mention the spike like surface that threatens to serrate through flesh even more thoroughly than the knives he’ll eventually get through.- You know, this could all be avoided. I can take away the pain, if you just told me where she is. -He moves onward, slinking toward the end of the slab before that razor wire is looped around her ankles, first one and then the other, each in their own little circlet of it. He moves quietly then, grabbing the rope that goes to that pulley. In an instant, she’s being tugged upon, those hooks ripping into her flesh, tugging at her muscles that should instantly blanch and bruise beneath the metal of those hooks. She’s already getting rather bloody. Who knows what that will do to her vampire side? When she’s slung up, body hanging perpendicular to the floor, he kicks a lever at its bottom and the slab seems to fall away, leaving her really, truly hanging before him- What should I start with first? I’ve never tortured one of your kind. I wanted to torture Kel-ah but Gus told me that it would be pointless.

 

Morrigan

She was tempted to tell him to go fuck himself. But, honestly, part of her knew it would get her nowhere. Maybe, under different circumstances, she could have found herself learning from him, possibly even admiring him. But, well, she was stubborn and wouldn’t let herself just /give/ anyone what they wanted. She stared up at the ceiling for a moment, ignoring what he was doing. Had she known the finer points of being tortured, she might have shut down. Might have just tuned out everything and retreated to somewhere else deep in her mind. Unfortunately, that part of her mind would drive almost anyone mad. But that was when she felt the wire cutting into her wrists. Her eyes shut once more, even her breathing stopped. She hurt enough, didn’t want to add to it, didn’t want to let herself look weak. He spoke, and Morrigan let her eyes open, glaring at him with as much emotion as she could muster. Hatred. That was what filled her eyes. “I’m….” fuck, the wire hurt. “I’m not telling you ANYTHING!” She cried out that time, though, when the ropes were pulled and her body lifted off of that table. Maybe it was a good thing she didn’t give in to her mother’s side very much. That she pretty much kept herself to the methods and nuances of her father. “And this will be the….” she coughed a little. “Only time you’ll ever touch me!” She actually spits at him, shifting it at the last second to take on the same acidic traits as Bloodworm saliva.

 

Amadore Giovanni

-She spits but also misses, considering he’s already moving toward that table to grab the next item on the menu. The razor wire does its job and that breathing, the breathing he always thought was fake, stops dead center. Vibrant hazel eyes bore into her for but a brief moment as he looks down at the ground where it sizzles- Have you ever seen those movies where the supernatural entity has the ability to flesh craft a person’s mouth shut? We both know you have the ability to speak with your mind. Spit again and I’ll take your goddamned tongue. And then I’ll seal your mouth shut so you can drown on your own blood over and over again. -He grins earnestly before stepping around to her back, in his hand, a dull serrated edged butter knife. He’s behind her at that point, reaching to grab at the hair at the back of her head. In a slow, drawn out motion, the blade is pressed to her skull at the very back of her head, pressed hard enough that with a fluid motion and the practiced grace of a well trained surgeon, he slices into her, parting her hair, her flesh at her skull. Immediately, blood begins to boil to the surface while he splits her from the back of her head down to her neck, careful to avoid her brain stem while he works around it, severing nerves in the process that send pain screaming through her mind- Sure you are. You just don’t know it yet, girl. I’m going to touch every part of you, if I have to. You’re immortal. There’s very little that can kill you. I can keep going and going.

 

Morrigan

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Oh? You want a peek inside my head /that/ badly? Go ahead. I’d say it would drive you insane, but I’m pretty sure you’re already there.” She could have done the same to her blood. Made it just as acidic as her saliva. But that would have been a bit too much, she was sure, and she was starting to lose her focus. Her thoughts. Not that she had much thought to begin with that didn’t center around base pleasure. She bit her lip, feeling the knife pressing against the back of her skull. And as the knife dug into her scalp, splitting flesh, she let out a scream. This one might have been a bit more convincing than her last little cry of pain. Her hands flexed, her body screaming at her. She clenched her jaw as he spoke, a growl rippling from her. “Damn, and I would have thought that you’d at least take a girl to dinner before you started putting your hands all over me.”

 

Amadore Giovanni

-She scoffs at first, the idea that she might react well within his mind. Her thoughts, he can tell, are absolutely a mess, lost as well as her focus. He’s ensuring that she’s not losing too much of her blood with limited blood magic. Magic that keeps her from bleeding out but also readies to be used as a torture tool if attempts to fight him in the near future. He doesn’t know what her thoughts are regarding the acid blood but.. Well, it’s a good thing that those blades are meant for all kinds of a blood, made from a mineral on in this dimension that doesn’t respond to acidic bases or liquids. She bites her lip, a scream splitting from twixt her lips as her hands flex, her body writhing. She clenches her jaw but will find she does not have full control over that side of her face. He’s severed a nerve that has dulled the sense of feeling in her cheeks. On purpose. A growl rips from her, words soon thereafter- I told you I wasn’t interested, didn’t I? -He uses his claws, though, to cut through her shirt. For his next bit, he needs absolute visibility. He cuts around its top so the shoulder sleeves fall from her, secondly making his way over each side from the arm pit down. Soon, it’s falling away, nearly split in half but free of her body. This opens her up for a multitude of torture procedures- I’ll ask again, tell me where Karen is and this can be stopped. -At the same time, he sets his hand against her arm and that searing pain from flesh crafting burns through her. No healing ability, shortly thereafter. At least he’s slowed it down to the point where it’s nearly human but not quite. Enough to keep her alive, to allow her to lose blood. Not enough to keep her healing from each wound inflicted-

 

Morrigan

The whispers in her head only grew louder the more pain she felt. Hissing, bloodthirsty whispers that had already driven her to one mental break a few days ago. The only thing she could even understand from those whispers was “at least he can’t see this.” And that was a statement the whispers repeated constantly, driving her to whimper and writhe on those chains. There wasn’t a shirt to cut through, but the top of her dress that fell around her hips. Her three piercings were revealed, both nipples and her navel. And all three rings were rose gold and opal just like her nose ring. “And I’ll tell you again. Fuck. Off.” She let out another scream, then, feeling the burning sensation in her arm, trying to pull herself away from him even with the razor wire cutting into her wrists and ankles.

 

Amadore Giovanni

-He’s n– well, actually, he is. He is a mind reader, part of the territory of being a Giovanni and an ageless vampire. But he’s not reading hers. He won’t fall into that trap of trying to mess with her mind, not while he’s trying to break her from the pain itself. She whimpers and writhes within those chains, the razor wire cutting into her wrists, her ankles, spilling blood that only makes her weaker to his whims. The top of her dress falls away, three piercings revealed, but he’s not focused on her front. Instead, as she screams and once more disobeys him, he grins and then moves toward the table again. This time, he grabs a sharper knife. Her back’s already bloody with her head and neck wound seeping blood everywhere. With that being said, it’s no easy task finding that point where he wants to cut. He feels around with his fingers, finding that space at her right side at her back where her shoulder blade ends. In a slow, yet still fluid motion, his knife sinks in nearly an inch into her flesh, penetrating through nerves, slicing through the thick membrane of her skin and into that fatty tissue surrounding her muscle. He flays, one stroke, two strokes, and then the third, each one a row higher, until each individual muscle group has been separated. She can feel it then, the intense pain that begins as nerves are stretched, as the flesh holding that shoulder together begins to give way, ripping under her own weight. She’s both torturing herself as he’s torturing her. The effect leaves her hanging lopsidedly which sends an intense burning sensation skittering into her other muscles which must pick up the work of holding her together- I wouldn’t think of it, Morrigan. -Before he’s moving on to start on the other-

 

Morrigan

She had actually started breathing, panting, sucking in air as if she were a human. If he were to peek into her mind, especially the part where her consciousness had retreated to, it might very well drive him insane. Well, more than he already was. The only reason she was even breathing was because of how much blood she’d lost. She’d have to feed after this, and she very well knew it. Perhaps it’d be Keon that gave her the sustenance she needed. Or Kai. Someone. As he moved to pick up a sharper knife, she let her head fall forward, pulling at the cut already there on the back of her skull. If she was capable of crying, she very well might have done so. As soon as the knife made contact with her skin, her muscles, she lifted her head to let out one more scream. This was the scream of an Eldritch beast, though, one that rattled around the room and could have shattered glass if it were there. Even with that, the walls rumbled, even with their stone. There wasn’t even a break, just more cuts to the other shoulder as she felt the joints dislocate and her body hung limply. She wouldn’t, though, not yet. Even though she was in excruciating pain, she actually found the prospect of feeling something was more enticing than making it stop. She felt normal. Almost like her mother. “So,” she whispered, her voice no more than a rasp. “This is what pain is like.”

 

Amadore Giovanni

-It’s like there are gills in her back, only instead of breathing, it’s spilling blood in glorious troves. It’s hard to imagine this much blood actually existed within her in the first place but she is screaming out in horror, that Eldritch beast within her shattering, well, nothing because of the fact they’re in a room made of stone. But there are lights above, below, all around. One light shatters, showering them with fiberglass. Unfortunately, that gets all inside her own shoulder wound, little pieces causing it to itch and bleed harder while he’s busy cutting into the next shoulder, right beneath her blades, so that the same is caused by her other side. Bloody mess, is what it is, but the floor seems to absorb it while his blood magic heats her blood toward her front, boiling the blood in several places right close to the top of the flesh. One by one, large boils pop up against her flesh, bursting and showering the ground with molten blood that evaporates occasionally the moment it reaches the floor. There are moments, though, when it doesn’t. It’s then, he chooses to walk around to her front. He does not care for naked bodies and they do him no good unless they’re the individual he’s attracted to. Even though she is a woman, even though she’s bared for him, there doesn’t seem to be any sexual attraction within his eyes or actions. He reaches forward, hand grabbing hold to one of her breasts. Like a snake, he strikes, burying that scalpel of his almost to its hilt at the underside of her breast. He slides along that groove, closest to her chest until nearly the full underside has been cut, reaching his bare hand inside her a moment later to grab a fist full of that ‘fatty’ substance within that he slowly tears out, no matter the blood, the spit she might sling at<him, the bloody horror of her screams- Tell me, Morrigan. Tell me now and this all ends.

 

Morrigan

She hadn’t intended to shatter that light, its glass digging into raw wounds that made her cry out for some sort of relief. Her heart raced, even though it had never done such a thing before, and she struggled to make it /stop/. Without a heartbeat, her blood wouldn’t be running so heavily. It wouldn’t seep out of the wounds on her body, every last nerve in her body screaming. She struggled, trying to make the itch stop, to push out as much of the glass as she could. As he moved in front of her, she lifted her eyes, irises a dull silver. They hadn’t changed color in the past few minutes, hadn’t shifted in color and definitely didn’t look like the multifaceted jewels that they normally were. She cried out, screaming once more as she felt him ripping out most of the fatty tissue in her chest. “P-please,” she groaned. “M-make it stop. I’ll…. I’ll do anything.” Ugh. She’d never genuinely begged for anything in her life, and the more blood she lost, the more she wanted to just make it end. She thought that she wanted to feel, that she wanted to be able to /know/ what kind of things she’d made her own victims feel. She was wrong. She didn’t care anymore. She just wanted this to end. “I’ll tell you if you do. I…. I’ll tell y-you w-were she is.”

 

Amadore Giovanni

-That… That’s what he’s looking for. All at once, he stops. He moves from her, kicking that lever again and as he does, that stone platform rises from the ground again, bloodied or not, and soon, he’s moving toward that rope.- Tell me what I want to know. -He orders this one more time as he grabs hold of that rope, slowly lowering her to that platform. Broken, ripped apart, completely and irrevocably drained of most her blood, that vampire side of her must be screaming. In an instant, he is stepping close to slide either hook from her shoulder, that knife, or scalpel, tossed across the room so it rattles across the floor in the direction of the exit, now visible with light peering in from the other side. His hand touches against her and instantly, her healing factor should kick in, knitting flesh back together, drawling blood back inside her body. His hand moves to her head to lightly pat at it- See how easy and nice it is to tell the truth? Was that so hard? -He runs his hand over the back of her neck, allowing her head to heal, for hair to once more grow in that little area that runs toward the back of her neck where his hand is. Scars are lost to new flesh, eventually, her shoulders are next and her breast-

 

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