Another nail tore from soft flesh, ripped clean and dropped into a small porcelain tea cup.
He didn't scream anymore. Morphine hits fast and hard half the time, or it doesn't hit at all. But the ratio of people who are immune to the drug is about two to ten, and it was a risk that had to be taken in this circumstance.
"Y-yagami..."
No...that's not my name. It's Kira!
"This little piggy stayed home..."
The trembling curled digit was soaked in a sheen of blood. Raito wanted to scoop it up in the palm of his hand like a most treasured morsel and suck on it, suck that blood away that probably tasted more sweet than coppery.
"P-please...Yagami...Raito...stop. Stop."
It wasn't enough this time. Begging would do nothing for him. A twisted grin curled, cheshire, at the corner of Raito's lips, pupils dilated in wild abandon. A tweezer in one hand and cotton gauze padding in the other, fingers smudged with blood.
And there was Ryuzaki...L...Lawliet, eyes lidded, rolled back in the sockets, face pale and cheek smeared with sticky yellow vomit. Pathetic, broken, beaten...but not yet dead.
Raito licked at his own lips with the memory of the detective's spit, acidic with the morphine he'd jacked into his veins.
"This little piggy had justice!"
Hand plunged, wrists and ankles squeaked in their leather confines, Ryuzaki sobbed, digits curled, and another nail was lost to the porcelain cup.
"My my Ryuzaki...I think I might be getting a hard on from this..."
"R-raito...p-please...don't. You don't have to Raito, i-it isn't ne...necessary. K-kira..."
But Raito was beyond hearing words now. None of that mattered! It was over. Game won.
"Here is your justice Lawliet! Here is the path of justice you walk, stripped bare before you and tossed aside. This is the metaphor, this is my new world, where there is no place for you to walk!"
Three to the cup, and with it another scream. Raito didn't think it was from the pain or the blood soaking sheets, clothes, and hands.
"This little piggy had none!" Raito leaned in close, hands pressed to either side of Ryuzaki's face, stared down into those eyes that still--still damn him!-- stared back, unflinching. "And this little piggy went wee...wee...wee...all."
Rip.
"The way."
Sob.
"Home."
"Yagami Raito...h-his face..."
"What's wrong with it?"
"It's...sad..."