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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SWEARING AND TORTURE.

Disclaimer: I do not own Far Cry 3 or any of the characters in the game, sadly. I do own my OC's though.

Anyway, on with the show!

The trio left their shanty's and made their way down the hill. The pirates looked their way when they passed, but said nothing, turning back to whatever it was that had held their attention before.

"You fuckers off to play Rambo in the jungle, huh? Try not to get eaten alive out there." Vaas called when they walked by, a wicked grin on his face. He chuckled when Eli flipped him off, shooting him a venomous glare over her shoulder.

"Bye bye, try not to miss me too much, hermana!"

Vaas watched the mercs leave the camp, disappearing into the jungle. The build up of tension he had sitting on his shoulders finally released and he sighed, relaxing into his chair. He hadn't been happy with Volker sending his dogs to sniff around his fucking business. There was an itch in the back of his mind, a dark voice whispering satanic words, stoking the pyre of his violent tendencies. Oh, how great the urge to tie the mercs up and slowly torture them was. He sighed with disappointment. Volker had forbade him to harm his precious bitches and he hated it. Still, there were other methods than violence to torture someone, he smirked.

Vaas was eager to find out how far they would go before they cracked.

His moment of peace shattered when the piteous cries for help touched his ears and his anger spiked, muscles winding tighter than a spring. He abandoned his chair and warm beer, jumping down from his post and stomping over to where his new pets awaited. He was silently pleased when his men skirted away from him, eyes glue to the floor.

Good dogs. He thought condescendingly, a sneer on his face.

The cries abruptly stopped when the pirate lord came into view. The prisoners shuffled to the back of their cages in fear, eyeing him warily.

"What do you want, hm?" He questioned sharply, his eyes darting from one cage and to the other. "You call for help then you ignore me? That's fucking rude and I don't like it!" Vaas pulled his knife from its sheath, running his thumb up and down the dull edge of the blade. He watched each of them carefully, getting sick satisfaction out of the way they shied away from his gaze, pressing themselves as far away into the cage as they could. A grin spread across his lips and he laughed, causing the prisoners to tremble with fear.

Vaas strode between the pens, his knife thudding against the wooden bars with a hollow sound. At the end he stopped, spinning on his heel and repeating the action. A young man in his late twenties huddled in furthest corner, ducking behind two prisoners caught his attention; one he had mentally ear marked the night before. The pirate lord slowed, crouching down in front of the cage, wrapping his fingers around the bars. Vaas leaned in, eyes dancing with a predatory hunger, teeth glistening from the malicious grin he wore.

"Hey, you," he called quietly, gesturing to the man with the jut of his chin. "Come here for a second, hermano." The man hesitated, looking to the other people with uncertainty. Sucking in a deep, shaky breath the man moved closer, crawling like a wounded animal towards danger. He trembled violently, his eyes blood shot with dark circles beneath them. He swallowed nervously, fiddling with the sleeve of his dirty shirt, grime encrusted nails toying with a loose thread.

Vaas leaned closely, his breathe pouring over the man's face. The man flinched when a hand gently touched to his chin, tilting it left and right. "I see you have piercings. Very trendy, very cool. I like that." He commented softly, an imperturbable, almost friendly tone in his voice. Small, silver studs, loops and barbs protruded from the man's face. Several piercings in his ears, with large gauges and scaffolding bars. Two in each brow, three in his lip. Vaas let go of the young man's face, a wicked grin spreading across his lips.

"You look like the type of guy that wants to stay trendy, yeah?" The man nodded with quick submission. He had seen the pirates lords wrath first hand if you dared keep him waiting.

"Your name's Troy, right?"

"T-Trevor," he stuttered nervously, voice pitching audibly with fear.

"I tell you what, Trevor, I'm going to do you a favor okay?" Vaas continued airily. He leaned forward, head between the bars. "Let's get rid of those old, shitty piercings and get you some new ones." The colour drained from the man's face and he gasped, crawling backwards to the far end of the cage, distancing himself from the insane look the pirate gave him.

"Hey! It's rude to look away when someone is talking to you!" Vaas hissed darkly. "Get the fuck over here, hermano!" When the man remained rooted in his spot, a switch flicked in his mind and the anger inside him grew hot; a swirling storm of chaos, clawing beneath his twitching muscles, ready to be unleashed. Jaw clenched tight, knuckles turning a pale shade, Vaas lunged forward, slamming his hands against the bars.

"TREVOR! GET THE FUCK OVER HERE!" He bellowed loudly and the others jumped in fright, pushing the man roughly forward to spare themselves his dark temper.

The pirate lord whistled loudly, two pirates appeared moments later. "This one," he said, gesturing to the man with the point of his knife.

The pirates nodded at his command and moved without hesitation. "Get back!" One of them shouted, pointing the barrel of his gun in their faces.

"One wrong move and I'll shoot you!" The other pirate hastily unlocked the cage, stepping inside and closing the space between him and the prisoner.

"No no no no!" Trevor writhed and flailed, desperately trying to pry the man's vice from his arm. He began to whimper, quietly pleading with the pirate not to hurt him and let him go. Vaas laughed loudly with amusement; he grabbed a fistful of Trevor's hair, roughly yanking back his head, looking directly into his eyes.

"Cry all you want, hermano. No one is going to save you, not even your God. Your soul is mine." The dark words sent panic through the prisoners heart; he shouted and screamed, begging for help. It only served to ignite the fire in Vaas more.

The two pirate henchmen dragged him away from the others and to a small shanty. The door opened with an eerie shriek, giving way to a pitch room filled with the soft buzzing of flies. Vaas stepped in first, moving around the blackness with ease. A small, dim bulb flickered to life above him, casting a wane glow over an old, blood spattered table in the center.

They pushed Trevor forward, dragging him to the table and throwing him roughly on the surface. The restraints rubbed uncomfortably against his neck, legs and wrists, cutting into his skin, pinning him to the table. The smell of blood hung heavily in the air, catching in the back of his throat and tasting on his tongue, making him sick and dizzy.

Vaas stood at the head of the table, leaning over him with a grin. The light above gave him a brilliant halo, an angel of torture and death. Trevor pleaded once more, begging for Vaas to let him go back to his cage, not to harm him. Vaas merely ignored him, his mind abuzz with a myriad of ideas and fantasies on how to inflict pain on his new victim.

"Hey, hermano, put some music on. We don't want our guest here to get bored." Vaas said to one of his men. The pirate's disappeared, leaving the two alone. A few moments later, a song began to play over the loudspeakers in the camp.

Vaas moved around the table towards a worktop with an abundance of bloodied toys lain across the surface. The pirate lord was spoiled for choice, he didn't know which one to use! He eyed each instrument carefully, mulling over possible ideas in which to use them. He tapped a finger against his chin in thought. Which one, which one? He sighed, this would be a difficult choice. He enjoyed them all equally. Finally, he picked up a pair of pliers, bloody and with a slight coat of rust.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, hermano, a host should never ignore his guest." Trevor had remained deathly quiet, watching the pirate lord from the corner of his eyes, tears falling across his dirty cheeks.

"It seems that your fucking family isn't willing to pay for you, Trevor." Vaas informed him with a heavy sigh. "But don't worry, even if you're a worthless piece of shit, I still have some uses for you." Vaas stood over him, tilting his head to the side, he smiled, eyes dancing with wicked delight.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Trevor's cries for help were barely heard over the loud pulsating music thrumming through the camp. He writhed, shaking his head side to side to avoid the pirate's grasp.

"Stay the fuck still!" Vaas seethed angrily. His patience began to wear thin very quickly; he couldn't get a good grip on the boy's face and it annoyed him. "Stop crying, you pussy!"

Fingers curled tightly around his windpipe, pinning him flush against the table. Trevor stilled, frozen with fear. The pliers felt cold against his quivering lip, an icy claw scratching at his sweaty skin. The tool clamped around the stud, slowly squeezing into a vice grip. The pirate paused, staring down at him.

"This will hurt a little, okay? Try not to scream too much."

Flesh tore with sickening ease, blood began to drip profusely from the fresh wound on his lip. The sanguine fluid pooled in his mouth, pouring from the hole on his face, sliding down his neck. He sputtered and coughed, red droplets spattering onto Vaas's face. The pirate lord became enrage and he slammed his fist into the man's gut, causing him to wheeze.

"Keep your fucking mouth shut!" A dark sense of madness unhinged his voice, calm and deep, with an unsteady bite that caused any man's heart to shudder with fear.

Vaas continued on without further pause, roughly yanking out the silver studs from his lip, shredding the flesh with each hard pull. Trevor's chin and neck stained a crimson red, droplets dripping from his lips, collecting on the table beneath him. He had remained conscious, much to Vaas's delight.

The pirate lord danced around the table, throwing his head from side to side in tempo with the beat of music, arms above his head, twisting his wrists left and right, conducting an unseen orchestra. He paused in his erratic movements to catch his breath, wiping the sweat from his brow with the crook of his arm.

"You look much better without those pins in your lip," he commented nonchalantly. "Tell me," he stalked closer, head cocked to the side.

"Did you get your tongue pierced?" Trevor's eyes widened drastically and he began to whimper, pulling against the restraints. Vaas grinned, fetching a device from the work top, a twisted metal tool from a horror show.

"Say 'ah' for me!" The pirate lord said, prying his mouth open with the object. A tight pressure started to build in his jaw when Vaas began to wind the metal twist jutting out of the side. The man cried out in protest, his jaw near the point of breaking.

Vaas picked up a pair of tongs from the worktop, the flat metal edges grabbed his tongue, pinching the muscle in a tight grip. He pulled it at length out of his mouth, a large, silver stud glistened beneath the light. He rose a brow, inwardly wondering why someone would get their tongue pierced. No matter, he would do the kid a favour and remove it, free of charge.

Trevor shrieked and cried, tears streaming down his fear stricken face, diluting the blood painting his cheeks. It took longer than Vaas had anticipated to pull the small metal object free, but once it came loose, blood spurted from the large tear and the boy choked on it, gurgling the thick liquid with a guttural noise. Vaas gave him a hard slap to the face, knocking his head to the side.

"Shut the fuck up, okay? You're getting on my nerves." He sneered coldly, scrunching his nose with disgust at the pitiful look on his face. Vaas's eyes flickered down to Trevor's shaking hands and he frowned, giving him a chastising glare.

"Trevor, you haven't been taking very good care of your nails," Vaas tutted, shaking his head with disapproval. "That's fucking embarrassing, you know. Hygiene is very important! But that's okay, I'll fix that for you. See how fucking nice I am? Huh?" The pirate lord reached over to his workbench, picking up a hammer and a fistful of nails, placing them on the table beside Trevor.

"Listen very closely, Trevor, because I'm only going to say this once," he spoke quiet and soft, but with hidden meaning, his eyes glistened with dark promise waiting to be unleashed at the slightest hint of defiance.

"If you don't fucking stay still, I am going to take this nail-" he held one up in front of him, the light catching on the edges. "-and I am going to hammer them into your fucking hand, okay? That way you'll have to stay still. Sound good?" Trevor nodded his head as best he could and Vaas grinned, rubbing his hands together eagerly.

The pirate lord gripped Trevor's wrist in a vice, pinning his hand flat against the table; he hunched over, eyes squinting and brows furrowed with deep concentration. The cold pliers pinched the skin around the nail, causing Trevor to suck in a quick breath. The pressure gradually built, the ends clamped firm and Vaas began to gently wriggle the pliers, watching with a sadistic grin as the pain passed over his face each time he moved.

"What's wrong, Trevor? Are you not enjoying your manicure?" He questioned impassively. "You don't like my work, huh? Is that it?!" The nail tore from the flesh when a spasm shot through Trevor's finger; he cried out, curling his hand in a protective fist. A haze quickly descended upon Vaas and he became enraged.

"You fucking moved, you pussy! NOW LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! YOU'VE FUCKING RUINED MY PERFECT WORK!" An animalistic scream followed his unhinged shouting; Vaas snatched the nail from the table, stabbing it forcefully into Trevor's hand before swiftly bringing down the hammer, pushing it all the way through the skin and into the table. Trevor gave a throaty yell, distorted by his prised open mouth and the rawness of his throat; his voice gradually fading from the constant screaming. The muffled pleas for Vaas to stop went unheard, drowned out by the loud shouting of the pirate lord.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO MOVE, BUT YOU DIDN'T FUCKING LISTEN, DID YOU? THIS IS YOUR FAULT, TREVOR. THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" Another nail went in. And another. Four nails later, Vaas threw the hammer onto the workbench with a crash, gripping the edge to steady himself; he sucked in deep breathes to calm his unbridled anger; the red mist began to fade, giving way to reality and focus once more. He sighed, scrubbing a shaking hand over his face, he turned, flashing the sobbing Trevor a grin, he sauntered back to the table.

"Now, where were we? Fuck, I forgot." He paused for a moment, eyes sweeping over Trevor, brows furrowed. His chaotic moment had jumbled his thoughts, clouding his short memory; the distorted line of reality began to sharpen, a switch flicking back on in the dark reaches of his mind.

"Oh yeah, I was giving you a fucking manicure!" The pirate lord continued with his work, pulling the nails from his fingers in a rough manner, leaving nothing but bloody stubs with torn flesh.

"Much better. Oh, you're fucking welcome." Vaas moved away from the trembling man, he fished through his pocket, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it up. He gave a slow exhale of satisfaction as he leaned against the worktop, watching the plumes of toxic smoke swirl in the air in tangible wisps, creating a veil of fog throughout the room. Once he had nearly finished, Vaas pushed away from his resting spot and circled the table.

"How are you feeling, hermano?" Trevor remained silent, eyes fixated on the ceiling, sweat collecting on his ghostly white forehead. Paralyzed with fear.

"Don't ignore me, you little shit!" Vaas abruptly shouted, causing the man to jump in surprise. He took the end of his cigarette, stubbing it out on the fresh wound on his tongue.

Trevor's brows knitted together, eyes squeezed shut with the ungodly pain searing through his body. He turned his head to the side, away from Vaas, and vomited what little he had in his stomach. Blood and bile spilled onto the table and floor in a disgusting mess, and Vaas frowned.

"You're making such a mess." He sighed with exasperation. "I'm going to have to punish you for that, you know."

Night had settled over the island, bringing the jungle alive with the loud hum of the nocturnal animals. The bugs swarmed in masses around the camp, congregating over the groups of men and dancing around the lights. The other pirates hadn't seen hide nor hair of the pirate lord since he had gone inside the shanty. No one had paid any notice to the loud screams of anguish, a common occurrence around the camp, no more than an annoying background noise for them now. When all had grown quiet, they wondered what he was up to.

The rusted, dirty needle punctured the flesh with ease, sliding in and out with fluidity. Vaas gave a sharp tug, pulling the thick, black thread through the hole, repeating the action in a zig zag pattern until he reached the end. He cut the loose thread none too gently with his knife, tying a crude knot in the end. He stood back, admiring his work with a tilt of his head, finger on his chin in thought.

"I like it," he said aloud. "I like it so fucking much, that I think we should do more. What do you think, hermano?" He asked curiously, but Trevor gave no reply. He had blacked out once Vaas had began to violently tear the piercings from his brows; his anger had gotten the better of him.

"What's that? You want me to sew your eye's shut too?" Vaas cupped his ear in mocking, listening intently to the silence that encompassed him. He had sewn Trevor's mouth shut, a form of punishment for the way he had screamed like a bitch, regardless of how many times he had told the man to shut up. Well deserved, he thought.

"Are you sure? Well, if you insist you, crazy fuck." He grinned devilishly, grabbing the needle once more, he leaned over the man's still form. He pinched the skin of his eyelid, pulling it taut and pushing the needle into the delicate tissue, weaving the thread through with a gentleness he rarely used. After all, he wouldn't want it to tear and ruin his hard work. As he was about to begin the second, the door to the shanty opened with a loud groan and he turned, curious as to who would disturb his moment. Eli stood in the door, brow quirked, hand on her hip. Vaas frowned deeply, displeased with her interruption. Couldn't she see he was busy?

"What the fuck do you want?" He ground out angrily, shooting her a vicious glare. Eli ignored his daggered gaze, her green eyes flickered around the room, roaming over the many different tools he often used. She seemed calm, unperturbed as she stepped around the stains of fresh blood on the floor.

"What are you doing?" She asked nonchalantly. Eli turned to the work top, picking up his tools, turning them over in her hands before setting them down with practiced care. Vaas watched her closely, deciphering her reaction to the sights before her.

She's no stranger to torture. His mood abruptly changed and he grinned, intrigued by her lack of emotion. And he wondered just how many times she had seen such a sight before.

"Working," he answered, almost exasperated, as if someone had just asked him about the weather.

Eli nodded her head, eyes turning to the body on the table. "Is he still alive?" She asked with little concern and fished into her pocket, pulling out a lollipop, unwrapping the candy and popping it into her mouth. Strawberry, her favourite.

"Pussy passed out half way through," he said with frustration. It always killed the fun when they did that and he hated it. At least he was in for a surprise when he woke up, he grinned sadistically at the thought.

"Huh," she said aloud, leaning over the man's face, the dog tags around her neck dangled in front of him, glistening beneath the light. Vaas looked at her expectantly.

"I didn't know you could sew." It was a simple comment really, one that seemed greatly out of place among the blood and torture all around them. It threw him off. He looked at her oddly, lifting a brow, amused.

"You pick up a lot of things in my line of work, hermana."

"Clearly." She grinned and briefly wondered if he knew how to knit. The image of Vaas in an apron and dress flickered in her might and she bit her cheek, willing the smile away. She would pay good money to see that. Hell, she'd even cut off her thumb!

"Your stitches are messy," she commented, lips pulled into a thin line, eyeing the grim mess. The edges where the thread met pulled the skin taut; Vaas had sewn through the top lip, straight into the bottom. He looked like a pin cushion, with the several punctures in his skin, where she guessed he had poked by accident. A small gap in the middle which she assumed would allow the man to eat and drink. Vaas wanted him alive, after all.

"I don't think it fucking matters. It's not like he's going to see them."

Eli rose her brows in surprise, giving him an odd look. "Was that a joke?" She asked incredulously.

"Did you find it funny?"

"Maybe."

"Then maybe it was a joke." She shrugged.

"Are you almost done here?" Eli inquired with a hint of boredom. She tilted her neck left and right, giving a satisfying pop. They had not long ago arrived back from their recon, drenched in sweat and caked in mud with a swarm of bugs hovering over them like a living cloud. They were famished and dehydrated, eager to sink their teeth into something other than beef jerky and power bars. Lucas and Charlie had parted ways with Eli, desperate to wash themselves in the make-shift shower that was no more than a hose hanging from the wall, shut in by three sheets of tin and a door.

"I was going to give this fucker some new piercings, you know, replace the one's I took out," he said offhandedly, gesturing with a lazy flick of his wrist to the bloody mess lain across the table.

"Because he was being such a pussy and wouldn't sit still, it took longer than I thought." He told her, displeased that he had wasted the evening on such a pathetic sack of shit. He was hungry, thirsty and in desperate need of another high; the shakes were already beginning to set in, he could barely hold the needle steady any more.

"He looks a lot better, no?"

"I'm sure he'll be grateful for the wonderful work you've already done," she said sarcastically, a small twitch of a small on her pale lips. Eli slid off her perch on the worktop, stepping over the sanguine stains and to the door.

"Oh, hey," she called over her shoulder, fingers curling around the cold metal of the handle. "Put a padlock on his gauge. They hate that." A brow rose at her suggestion, a padlock? He liked the idea.

"Make sure it's a heavy one!" She said before stepping outside, shutting the door behind her. His eyes danced with devious amusement at her idea, a fire igniting within him, spreading across his body with a warm tingle. Wild eyes flickered to the victim on the table, Trevor, and he licked his lips excitedly.

"Don't worry, hermano, I'm not done with you yet. I'll make you pretty as a picture."

So, what did you think?! I had so much fun with this chapter (In a non sadistic way, I mean... cough) I really enjoyed writing an unhinged Vaas. :D He's so quirky!

I'd love to hear your thoughts on this chapter! Thank you for reading! Next chapter will be out in a few days! :D