Torture
Elsword: RS, Raven: VC
A strangled cry escaped Elsword's mouth. His hands clenched into fists and he tried to fight the urge to scream.
"Nggh... Raven!" His eyes shot wide when the black-haired's nasod arm tore apart his flesh once more, he felt warm blood rush down his shoulders where metal blades had cut through his skin.
"Why..."
His arm wouldn't be usable for a few weeks, he had given up doing missions and dungeons long ago.
His right leg felt limp and his white trousers were soaked in his own blood, the sweet, thick, sickening smell that had been stuck on his clothes for days already and didn't want to disappear.
Raven took the Rune Slayer's face into his hand and looked him in the eyes. Those amber orbs he knew so well, they were … empty.
There was no kind of regret or sadness in them, but also no sign of something like joy. He was completely emotionless.
But his own eyes probably didn't look better. They had to be overflowing with the expression of pain and shame, and he was pretty certain he was crying right now.
Good thing he had learned to turn off his sense of pain. When the black-haired would beat him again, it would only take him a few minutes and then, he didn't feel anything anymore.
His dry throat managed to say something actually, he was quite surprised by it himself.
"Why... Raven..."
He winced slightly when a nasod fingertip of Raven's artificial arm slowly traced over his cheek, over his lips, before stopping above his eyebrow, poking the skin there painfully slow before breaking it and leaving a thin trail of blood running over Elsword's eyes.
His sight got blurry when he forgot to blink and the sticky liquid filled his lower eyelid, but it didn't make much of a difference anyway.
He could feel the small blades of the black-haired's hand run over his neck, leaving cuts and scratches at various places.
He whispered the same words over and over again.
"Why..."
Raven didn't answer. Of course. Who was he to hope for Raven to stop. Since the beginning, it had been like this – he simply had to endure it until it was over.
Elsword's feeling of time vanished completely, Raven could've beaten him up for two minutes or two hours.
It was hard to believe this bloody, cut and bruised body was his, at least he couldn't move that body one inch.
The feeling of something hitting against his already damaged skin or cutting his flesh disappeared. It seemed like the black-haired had had enough fun for today.
Carefully, not sure what to expect this time, he raised his arm against the sky, scanning it for and potentially dangerous wounds. Luckily, Raven hadn't cut anything near his vital spots, except for a few cuts over his thighs and his chest.
What would it matter if I die now... I already feel kinda dead...
God, he had to look so pathetic.
Raven stood there, above him, looking serious and stern as ever, the only thing destroying this aura were the red stains on his pants and shoes, as well as his blood-covered nasod arm.
Raven said something that Elsword hardly understood, but it sounded like:
"I hope you'll learn your lesson."
Is he... speaking to me...?
I have no idea what he means...
Maybe I should just... sleep or so...
His eyes fluttered close and he barely saw the black-haired walk away without looking back once.
He didn't see the look in the yellow eyes of his former friend and also didn't feel the blanket and the bandages being wrapped around him.
All he could think about was Raven.
HE was still running around his mind while he was drowning in a sticky, smelling darkness that occupied his senses.
A/N: A friend has forced me to write this. Help me. Anyway, I'm sorry for Elsword, but it's for the story. Thanks for reading this, please leave a review! Also, I'm sorry because this chapter is kinda short, but well... I hope you enjoyed!