Torture:
A short Dresden Files fan fiction based on the TV series. Harry Dresden is the original property of Jim Butcher. TV show character portrayals by Paul Blackthorne as Harry Dresden and Terrence Mann as Bob.
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Torture
The shriek of terror echoed in the night. The voice was filled with horror and exhaustion of one who had been suffering all evening. A repeated cry of humiliating pain and torment. The echoing sound of it was now growing faint and then all was quiet for several seconds.
'Harry, wait! Can't we talk about this?' The ghost pleaded and gasped. He was pale with gray eyes and white hair. His dark, expensive looking, suit of clothes, which would have been considered fashionable in nearly any time period, now looked somewhat disheveled. The ghost looked exhausted and annoyed. He wasn't the ghost of a young man but he wasn't quite old either.
'There's nothing to talk about, Bob.' Harry said as reached again for the skull. Harry Dresden's large fingers looped into the eye sockets of the ancient skull and then the thumb hooked under the jaw.
Bob flinched knowing what was to come next. He had seen the vicious glee in his master's eyes.
'You
wanted to get out more.' The wizard said with a mischevious smile.
His tone was not at all sympathetic. It was more taunting and perhaps
even a little sadistic. He grinned weirdly at the ghost.
Harry
Dresden was dressed very casually for a man toting an ancient relic
such as the skull of the damned sorcerer, Hrothbert of bainbridge.
The skull was covered in runes and sigils for the binding of a
spirit. Harry was a very tall man, nearly a head taller than the
pale, white haired ghost who was looking at him pleadingly to stop
the torment.
'Harry, I'm sorry I was watching you and Susan
while you were having your intimate, carnal-'
'There's nothing to
talk about, Bob.' The wizard interrupted. 'You said you wouldn't do
things like that if you didn't get so bored. YOU said I needed to
take you out more often. Well, we're out. Aren't you having
fun?'
'But Harry, I-'
Before the ghost could finish his statement Harry had walked to the bowling alley lane and let the skull go tumbling toward the pins.
Bob shrieked as he felt the tug of the manacle bracelets that forever held his wrists, binding him to the skull. The metal bracelets were marked with the spokes of the third pentacle of Saturn, one of the spirit-binding symbols carved into Bob's very skull. Bob could feel the tug of invisible and unbreakable chains pulling him with a sharp jerk. He was dragged along after the skull so rapidly that his illusionary form of being a living man wavered and blurred as he went. He screamed loudly and wordlessly, tumbling after the skull.
Finally he was able to form words. 'I HATE BOWLING NIGHT!'