snowblindrpg | [log] So, do you feel satisfied? [closed]

F-fuck! Okay! I can't--

[He needs to push the other back more. Or get away? No, that's probably not an option. Even if he can free his hand, don't stab wounds get a lot worse when whatever caused them comes out? Ah, no, that doesn't apply now, does it? That feel like it's pulling... Like it's spreading everywhere. Though his senses are probably the last thing he should be relying on, he's sure it's already too big. He'll bleed out just as fast with or without it still in.

So... So the only way to move back...

Weakly, Junpei lowers his hand, releasing hair to return his hold to that arm for support.]

I can't keep doing this. You gotta stop. Whatever the hell you want from me, just say it.

[ Depends on the placement of the wound, but generally yes. Removing the stabby thing usually makes it worse. Which is, of course, exactly what Squalo plans to do -- but not just yet. Instead his grip lightens, as if he's about to just leave that screwdriver sticking out of Junpei and be done with it. ]

[ If only. ]

[ He looks down at the other's hold on his arm with a hint of disgust, then raises a leg to return that groin-kick flavored favor. ]

You've got nothing I want. [ Just your life, apparently. ] But hey, seeing you suffer might do.

[Oh. It would really be nice if he were letting go of it. Or if he'd jam it up higher. Fast. Getting this over with so Junpei can get back to that morgue and make a run for the maintenance tunnels.

Wait. What is he even thinking? He doesn't want to die. He doesn't want this, either. How can anyone do this kind of thing? How can people really be so--

That next move catches him off guard, drawing out a choking gasp. Was that really fair? Shouldn't there be some kinda code against that? Sure, Junpei attempted it himself, when he had no other options, but Squalo could've done anything. Anything. That should never be a first resort...

... He'd felt like he was going to collapse for a while, now, anyway. But with this? With this, he kind of has to.

It's just.. That wound... Can he really move away from it safely..?

Oh. Maybe he can pull the other with him. He'll try tugging at his arm, a bit, then. It's fine if that screwdriver moves around in the process-- It's amazing what shock can do to mask just where the pain is coming from.]

[ Squalo's all about returning favors, or what he thinks is returning favors. He doesn't plan on letting up, though, especially when he can tell that tug on him is weaker than before. Good. Can't have it end already, though -- ]

[ He'll just try to shove Junpei's head into the wall repeatedly to make him pass out, so he can set the stage for the next part. ]

[He wants to fight back. He has to. But it's too much. His hands relent even before his vision starts to blur. A weak groan escapes him, hitching as he connects with the wall again. And again.

It's not too long, though.

He can't last...]

[ It's not the end yet. ]

[ He will come to having his face slapped with no particular urgency, his body twisted rather uncomfortably on the floor though his shoulders are rested against something softer. Bed? Couch? The screwdriver seems to be gone, though the wound's not bleeding especially badly, almost as if it had been given a few stitches. His legs are neatly tied together with rope, and his wrists are secured together with wire, though in the front rather than behind his back. Squalo clearly doesn't consider him a threat at this point, just doesn't want him to flail about uncontrollably. ]

C'mon. Stay with me now. The fun's barely even started!

[Of course his first instinct is to try to move. To bring his hands to his side and try to stand up. But.. he can't?

It takes a moment to register what's going on.

... Rope, huh?

He leans his head back against whatever that surface is.]

If you're into shibari, your technique's a little off.

[... Coming up with something more serious than that isn't really going to happen yet.]

[ It's almost surprising Tenmyouji is still talking shit in this situation, but Squalo supposes he's feeling a little better. Or it could be the shock. Really, it's not the first time he's seen people act absurdly brave (or absurdly stupid) even when they didn't normally display those qualities. ]

Aw, I've missed that smarty mouth of yours already. [ He says that, with an almost friendly smile, at the same time twisting one of Junpei's thumbs backwards until there's a sickening crack in the joint ] Maybe I should stitch it shut. Thoughts?

[Hey. Give him some credit. Junpei's always brave and stupid.

As Squalo grabs his hand, though, some of that bravery starts to strip away. It hurts-- that's fine for a second-- but wait shit no that's not supposed to bend that way--

He shuts his eyes tight and turns his head away. As if that might be any help. When that cracking sound comes, it's barely audible over his resulting scream.

I-it could be worse, though, right? He has to tell himself that. As long as things could be worse than this, then maybe it isn't that bad, and--

Wait.]

... Stitch it..?

F-fuck that...

[ WELL THEN. ]

[ Music to his ears, honestly. He smiles and pats Junpei on the head. ]

Voi, just keep screaming like that and I'll leave it open. Wouldn't wanna miss anything.

[ There's a tablet laying nearby, though it's not facing them at the moment. Might be recording audio. That was a pretty good one. ]

Hmm...

[ Squalo sits down comfortably and whips out a scalpel. He turns it over in his fingers a few times, then shifts closer, his other hand moving out to hold Junpei's head still by the hair. ]

Let's add a bit more color here. You should look pretty for the cameras.

[ Aaaaand yeah, he's going to carve into his face. Not deep, and it probably won't even hurt much, but it's certainly going to be a little... wet. ]

["Won't hurt much" by what standards?

The mention of colour confuses him at first. Causes him to look for a moment. A mistake as he sees what Squalo's holding. He should've known he meant more red.

It stings, and while maybe it's somewhat dulled by the throbbing pain that hasn't left his thumb, a sharp, hissing breath makes it pretty clear that it adds to Junpei's suffering.

He won't bother with words. Won't bother with any effort to fight back. It's awful to think, but attempting to behave might be his only choice.]

[ red is the BEST color! speaking of which; how dare you have eyes like that. you're not worth to even breathe the same air as Xanxus let alone share his colors. ]

[ Unfortunately, his choices don't really make a difference here. Squalo isn't going to stop no matter how well behaved he is. Once Junpei's bloodied enough for his tastes, he lowers the scalpel and turns the tablet to get a real nice view of it. Still not done, of course. ]

Hey, so you think it's humorous to lose something you like. Let's see if your friends share the sentiment.

[ He's not really giving him time to talk back, however, because as he's finishing the sentence, he sinks the scalpel into the tied man's stomach, making sure to angle it in a way that would get the acid leaking through for that extra burn on top of the pain the incision itself would cause. ]

[ THIS IS NOT OVERREACTING OVER SOMEONE TEASING YOU ABOUT A DEAD FISH AT ALL. ...that might not be all the reason for this, but it sure seems significant. ]

[He never said anything like that. Things got out of hand, sure, but the intention had always been harmless.

There's still no reason to give an answer. He only glares, until that blood running down his face forces him to shut his eyes once more. Is that a mistake? If it dries won't he be unable to open them? ... Would he actually want to watch? ... Probably not. It's good that he doesn't have to see that tablet moved. It's good that he doesn't get that additional fear as the scalpel's raised once again. Because being prepared still couldn't have lessened the pain-- the tearing and burning and ohgod that really does feel deeper than last time and what the hell is he even supposed to try doing about it!?

Enjoy that new scream, and the gasping breaths that follow it. That's all that's going to come of this.]

[ The road to hell is paved with good intentions, evidently. ]

[ It may not be much, but it's what Squalo wants from this in the first place. There's nothing to gain here, just the satisfaction of knowing he's caused pain to the guy who's been pissing him off for weeks and thinking he could get away with it. Nothing like knocking a smartass off his high horse. ]

[ He's not in a rush, letting the blood trickle while he makes a few more incisions on his face and rips off pieces of skin, certain that should hurt just enough to get through the rest. Then he takes one of Junpei's hands and twists all his fingers one by one, making sure to pick angles and speed that would hurt the absolute worst, but he's starting to get bored of it, and he should have enough visuals to make a point if needed now. ]

[ In the end, he just takes a trowel and stabs it vertically into the other man's throat, backing off to sit down and simply watch him choke and bleed out like one would a good movie with a wine glass. ]

[log] So, do you feel satisfied? [closed]

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cw: torture, blood, bones breaking, idk what else

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fastforwarding the rest? cw: torture, death, etc