Bones cracked under the slightest touch. Resistance was met with twisting, contorting limbs. The madman was pleased when the struggling stopped after both legs were tweaked nearly backwards. Yet still, something was still refusing to crack in the victim's mind. He wheezed now, gasping for relief and tongue lollying in a desperate attempt to release screams his throat no longer could eek out.
"There is still too much willpower in you, my Kiryu. You know how to end this pain, so why do you refuse to do so? It really wouldn't be so difficult, would it? Just surrendering to my will...giving up your own in exchange for normalcy? At least for a release of pain, surely!"
The body he held twerked backwards, the spine making crackling noises as he forced it to wiggle and twist like a snake. His toy had no more voice to cry out, instead his face just screamed and begged his agony with a variety of expressions. Apollo frowned and increased the torment, forcing the body to bend nearly to the ground as he spotted one of the expressions to be of open defiance...a look of pure hatred.
"I knew it wasn't close to being over!" the fiend laughed almost pityingly, but his eyes shown in delight so impure it boardered on sadistic bliss. "Your mind will be mine sooner or later, my Kiryu. For now, I relish what control over you I have taken. Those eyes of yours are not dead yet, no mater how much you play the possum!"
He torqued the lithe body around again, forcing the skinny teen to the ground, where he then let him writhe, his limbs flailing and spittle flying out of his clenched jaws. He was enjoying every second of his time, when it was interrupted by a strange noise and a more puzzling sight.
The victim was suddenly taunt, entire body straight, as if he were stretching every inch of himself. His throat opened up, and the weezing noise he was doing graduated into a one-note croon. The Higher being frowned as he looked at the teen's proximity to the door into the room and realized what exactly was happening. It didn't make him happy, but he had to concede that the session was over anyway.
Reluctantly, Apollo dragged his toy out of the room and surrendered him to the waiting source of the disturbance. She clutched the Composer close while glaring at him in a dignified disgust sort of way, before turning to the Proxy and asking for help. The redhead complied, and Apollo was about to gloat, when he felt the Producer's warning stare scalding his back.
He shot Sanae a satisfied smirk, and took his leave, knowing that his toy would be there when he got back the next day. He frowned suddenly as he also felt something eminating from Sakuraba when he'd brushed past, on his way to the market for bandages no doubt, his Kiryu had quite the fight in him still, and had injured himself again. The Proxy had a dangerously resolved aura about him that Apollo didn't trust. He decided to keep an even closer watch on that boy in the future.
It could become a hassle.