Chapter 2! Yay! Rating turned to R for violence.

Muraki waited patiently for his student to wake up. Apparently, cutting him while he was unconscious had been ineffective. He supposed he needed a more psychologically damaging regime in order to unlock the ability he wanted.
Hisoka groaned, his eyes still closed, as he came to. Muraki grinned, his thin lips forming a ghastly excuse for a smile.
"Are you awake? You have much to learn." He slammed his knife into Hisoka's shoulder, and Hisoka screamed, coming to full awareness, and remembered what had happened. He didn't have a chance to talk, however, as Muraki cut him feverishly, waiting for past cuts to heal within seconds so he could cut there again. His Shinigami healing powers weren't helping Hisoka now, he thought with humor.
Hisoka thrashed under the onslaught, finding that he was bound with tightly tied rope, and it cut into his wrists and ankles painfully. His blood stained the rope, and he screamed, trying to overcome the pain with noise. This went on for a while before Muraki stopped, slapping Hisoka painfully across the face. This wasn't working either.
Hisoka stared at him with big eyes, too dazed to say anything, while his numerous cuts healed. He realized slowly that he was naked, and he again tried to pull away from the wall where he was bound, terrified of what Muraki might do to him in this situation.
Muraki, however, looked annoyed. He didn't particularly care for Hisoka, and torturing him while keeping him from passing out was going to be difficult. The reward would be worth it, though, and he would have fun testing out his hypothesis.
"Do you remember why your parents locked you up?" He asked, putting his face close to Hisoka's trembling one. Hisoka merely stared at him stupidly.
"Answer the question!" Muraki hit him again, this time with the flat blade of the knife. Tears came to Hisoka's eyes, and he cried out. Muraki hit him over and over until Hisoka screamed out loud.
"I don't know, I don't know!" Apparently satisfied, Muraki stopped, letting Hisoka's head hang limply while the bruises on his face vanished.
"Well, that's not helpful. I think I can guess, though. You'll have to show me." With that, he left Hisoka hanging there, walking out of the room. Hisoka stared after him, dazed and in pain, wondering why he was in this hell. Why had Muraki asked him that? Why did he care? He had tortured and killed him, wasn't that enough? He began to get angry, and sobbed in frustration in fear.
Muraki came back, this time with something in his hand. It looked like a scalpel, and Hisoka started breathing faster, as a tortured one does when seeing his torturer try something new.
Muraki said nothing, and then shoved the scalpel in Hisoka's ear, rupturing the eardrum and digging further, totally destroying Hisoka's sense of balance. He screamed, and he couldn't sense where he was, his head spinning and the pain absolutely blinding. He tried to hold his head still, but the world spun around him anyway, mockingly. Had Muraki moved him? Suddenly the spinning slowed, as his healing powers took effect, and the pain lessened as his eardrum rebuilt itself. Muraki frowned and did it again, this time leaving the instrument in his ear, leaving Hisoka in private hell. He screamed until his voice gave out, his body unsuccessfully trying to heal around the intrusion. He threw up in his dizziness, and Muraki was disgusted, hitting him across the face again as he pulled out the instrument. Hisoka passed out gratefully, only to be slapped awake immediately by Muraki.
"I want you to hate me!" He hissed into his ear, and then held his chin up firmly, staring into his eyes. Muraki imagined it was Tsuzuki tied up like this, Tsuzuki staring at him.He needed to, for his purposes. Hisoka began to tremble as he felt Muraki against him, and then screamed in pain as Muraki mounted him standing up. As Muraki raped him, he screamed, remembering his words. "I want you to hate me." He felt violated, dirty, he wanted to die, and he wanted Muraki to die, to feel what he was feeling.
That was the key. He threw down the barriers he had erected as a tiny child, and threw his emotions into the void that was Muraki. He dredged up all his pain, his frustration, his sickness at his violation. He remembered all the torture Muraki had put him through, now and when he had killed him, and through it all he ran his thread of hatred, hatred for the man that had done this to him. He threw his empathy at Muraki until he had temporarily exhausted his newfound ability, and fell limp and exhausted, dazed at what he had done, before passing out.
Muraki pulled out of Hisoka, and smiled. Yes, he was fast learner.

Hisoka woke up, and immediately felt the pain in his wrists and ankles, and the feeling of dried blood on his body. He screamed in frustration as he remembered what Muraki had done, and ignoring his sadness and fear, threw out his empathy, searching for the void that was Muraki. He attacked him again, focusing on his pain, making Muraki feel all the pain he had ever felt. He closed his eyes, hoping that Muraki would die from the sensations.
The slap across his face stunned him out of his concentration. Muraki looked at him, a cruel smile on his face, and slapped him again, so hard that it brought tears to Hisoka's eyes.
"Good students don't attack their teacher." Hisoka cried in horror, why wasn't it working? Was his new technique useless?
"Don't worry, puppet. I can teach you lots of things.You'll be able to control anyone you want. You could even make Tsuzuki love you." He smiled cruelly at this last, and Hisoka turned his bruised face away from him, in tears. 'I'll never do that! This is wrong; it's all Muraki's fault...I'll kill him!'
Muraki simply left him to his own thoughts, smiling like a cat. Things were going very well.