So Easy
Rated M for implied Violence and Torture. Nothing graphic.
B taunts his victim. 'Even now…you aren't fit to be the best detective in the world, you pathetic little wanna-be.'
It's so easy to catch you, my pretty, pretty little victim.
It's so easy to catch you, my pretty, pretty little victim.
Once you're in my grasp, you are mine for that little glitch in time. And longer still, subconsciously. There is nothing about you that doesn't belong to me. You're body, your soul (if such a thing truly exists), even your words as you plea with everything you have for me to let go, to please, please stop and that you won't tell.
It's so funny I want to LAUGH.
And I do, oh, I do, my wonderful toy. I laugh and laugh as I take every last inch of you and wring out the humanity. I love it. I love, love, love it—I wanna make you just like me, won't that be grand?
You won't tell on me, is that so? That never works, you know, because you wouldn't tell anyway. It's your pride again, getting in the way of justice. That's why you could never reach the level you wish to reach. Even now…you aren't fit to be the best detective in the world, you pathetic little wanna-be.
It's fun, you know. Doing this. Taking away the control of another until all there is left are the parts that belong to you, the shards of their broken will cutting what is left of their spirit. It's so damn fun watching eyes flash with pain, or fear, or –anything really, glinting in those endless eyes that are usually so clear of emotion. It's so, so fun to watch, to be the cause of…
I'll teach you how to have fun like me.…
Oh, don't you scream nicely? It's such a piercing sound, you know, strikes me right through the heart strings, my dear. Those delicious sounds of horror and pain do nothing more than make me want to provoke more of them.
Don't look at me like that. Like I'm the one doing something wrong. I'm just reacting to your provocation, pretty. You fucking know it.
Don't you DARE look at me like that!
…That's right. That's what I thought. Your mouth should be too occupied with screaming and pleading to even start to form such a frown of distaste. Let me hear that wondrous scream again…
Oh yes….there it is. Beg me more. I want to hear the humiliation in your usually proud, bland voice. Are those tears? Oh my, how did you know I liked the taste of tears, pretty? You're such a very good boy.
It is your fault. Isn't that right?
…Yes, you know it too. You know it's your fault, and you apologize so sweetly. You roused me into do this, I have to do with because of your endless taunting eyes. You say you're sorry, you're so sorry… and I forgive you. Because I'm merciful like that, don't you think? Yes, you do, you say, because you have to agree with me at this point. You're mine, because I've taken away everything else from you, and it's so very beautiful…
You hate it though, don't you? Don't you? Ah well. It's all your fault anyway.
Deal with it.
Because it's so easy to just blame it on you.
Author's Note:
This is meant to leave the victim up to you. I sort of imagine it as Near, and Beyond hurting him because of his resemblance to L, but it could easily be Mello or Matt, or even L himself. In torture, my personal opinion, I imagine B not saying the other's name. That would be too…comforting, to the victim. So it works out with the whole mystery. A little short, I know.
O/O Please tell me what you think of this.
Sincerely Anxious,
Vandy