Trapped in the foyer, Sebastian struggles against his restraints. Blood drips down his sweat slicked skin and soaks his shirt; Joseph's impostor stares with cruel eyes. "If you bleed to much, there wont be a mind for me to torture". His fingers brush the detectives temple, and time stills; there doesn't even seem to be an air flow anymore. There is only unrelenting pain, but Sebastian can't move, can't even bring himself to twitch his fingers. "As long as I have you, you will suffer; death will only come when I allow it" The look a like removes Sebastian's knife and eyes it contemplatively; the look in his eyes says 'It will do'.
The next few minutes turn into what seem like hours, as the impostor cuts away at him. Each new wound is agonizing; only rivaled by the barbs skewered throughout his flesh. "Jo..seph" The captive stares at his captor through lidded eyes; the blood loss catching up to him. If there were some semblance of god in this world, they were not looking out for him. "You appear to be showing signs of anemia, your clotting process is weak". The impostor removes his glasses and steps closer to his victim; his face emotionless. "What shall I do to you know?"
The barbs cut deeper and Sebastian groans in pain;this sick bastard wasn't letting up. "You're...you can't be Joseph". His breaths are labored and shallow from anemia; his vision blurs. The near silent protest was viewed with a bored expression. "I am who I choose to be perceived as, Seb" The devil with Joseph's face, removes a glove and extends his fingers to one of Sebastian's many wounds. Without missing a beat, the fingers are plunged into an abdominal lesion; the detective screams in agony. "I would've thought you were capable of a more...broad, pain spectrum". The fingers are removed and regarded with a type of, fascination, before they are licked clean. Once there is none to be seen, the fingers find their way back to the wound; only to be shoved deeper each time. The detective groans loudly, blood staining his teeth.
It seems like eternity, before Sebastian stares blankly, into his enemies eyes. A plea, little more than a whisper, leaves his mouth; blood pools at his lips "What was that?" Joseph removes his fingers and leans in; Sebastian rests a blood stained chin, on his shoulder. When had he been able to move again? It didn't matter anyway, but perhaps he had been able to move all along-none of this was real. Though if that were the case, there wouldn't be this excruciating pain. "If...you're really...Joseph, then finish me off already". The corners of Ruvik's lips turn upward; the mans mind,or rather body, had broken much faster than anticipated.
"If you want death so badly, show me your resolve". The knife is on Sebastian's skin again, carving a deep gash across his chest. Instead of fingers, the tip of the knife is shoved inside and twisted. The detective coughs blood and arches his back; what hurt more, was impossible to tell. "Joseph, PLEASE". Sebastian chokes and coughs violently; the barbs making fresh cuts across his body. "I asked for resolve, not your pathetic begging". The blade is removed and swiftly moved between the pectoral muscle. There was no pain this time; the whole body was numb-save for a heart beating wildly behind the ribcage.
The next few moments are blurred, as Sebastian leans forward. As best he can, he bites down on Joseph's collar; pulling him closer. "Whatever you are trying to do, is futile at best". Ruvik goes to move backward, but the detective's lips are suddenly on his own. He tenses, unsure how to react to the situation. "Joseph..." Sebastian's breathing is irregular and hot, against Ruvik's lips; the madman jolts back-the barbed wire returning whence it came. "This...was not the outcome I had expected". Ruvik spares a last glance at the fallen detective, before vanishing.
There was research to be done, memories to sift through.