Thanks for the Memories
"Now, where have I seen this before?" Mozenrath muses, smirking wickedly as he looms over Aladdin, who's bound to a slanted plank of wood.
"Oh, I remember," he chuckles, shaking his head as he bends down. "Destane used to do this to me."
And before Aladdin can ask what this is, Mozenrath pulls a lever, releasing a rush of water. It pours faithfully over Aladdin's head, fills his mouth and nose, and the boy is essentially drowning.
He stops the flow of water only when Aladdin stops moving. He uses magic to pump the water from his lungs, to give back the air he so desperately needs. Then he's straddling that slender waist, slamming his palms down on either side of Aladdin's head.
"Aren't trips down memory lane fun, street rat?" he asks tauntingly, and he revels in the fact that Aladdin's too dazed to even glare at him properly.
Now, he understands why Destane did it. There's something about being in total control, about taking someone to the brink of death and then pulling back violently, just to do it again in the future.
He could get used to this, now that he's not on the receiving end.
