The girl twists and screams as the needles hiss into her. When they're were firmly embedded, another 'click' is heard, and they gp blue and icy.
The tied girl lets out a small cry, gritting her teeth. The switch from intense heat to intense cold hat leaves a pulsing, burning, numb sensation. A few lone tracks creep down her face as she tries to relax it. Gritting of the teeth and biting of the lip had always been abhorrent to her.
It is dark, with faint outlines to form a dark figure that watches over. Dark, and another switch flipped on, and her mind and mouth screams at the blue lightening coursing over the wet leather cords. The unbreakable cords bite into her flesh as she arches her back, a piteous wail starting and stopping.
Two clicks, clicks that echo and swirl in the dark recesses of the moon, or was it in her mind?
How long had she been here, an hour, or weeks? Time sped past the brief times of relief, and slowed and dragged when the switches were on.
Click
Must have been an hour, as the needles draw out of her skin, slow and careful as a lover's caress. Biting back another sob, as cold icy air hit the wounds, sharp and cold and clear as a winter morning, when nothing moves or speaks.
And then a voice above, just as cold as the air and the morning, cold and soft and sibilant. She straines to focus on it. What did it say?
"Will today be the day I break you, the day you beg? I don't mind if this goes on, but you must be slightly unhappy."
That same voice, laughing with her, talking as they drank chocolate and played hide and seek. Now it observes, coldly, callously.
"You're really quite lovely, with blood on your pale skin and tears in your eyes. Pray I may keep my temptation in check"
Cold, observing, hinting. Is he lying? Why would he do it? Why would he not? That same voice, counseling her, consoling her, teasing her, now saying, "
I wonder why I bother to restrain myself..."
Does she actually hear it? Or is it another trick of her mind, dizzied and dazed with pain and her own screaming...
Click
Flame, dark in color, dark that should signify coolness, comfort. It is not. Hot and searing, and no way to block it; her magic is drained.
Wet leather once cold against her skin, drying and tightening, harder and harder. All over her body the ropes constrict, tightening like a snake around its prey. A short scream, as the cords around her ankles and wrists tighten, and the barbed spikes on the inside bite.
Bite, as the flame bites, close to her skin, but not touching. The presence of fire making her skin heat and burn without the slightest touch.
Like him.
His presence, which makes her burn inside and out, but never touching, so like the flame, something to be respected, feared, but never to touch. If touched...who knows what it is to touch the very heart of fire? Pleasure? Pain? With this flame, probably both, one after the other, and then used again and again and again.
Click
Flames die out, leaving the cords to dig into her skin. He circles the table, she can see him watching, see the stars gleam in his eyes. Cold, distant.
"So helpless...and innocent in your own way."
Innocent? Her?
"Perhaps not innocent...but delightful. Your mind is a pleasure, and I'm sure your body would do the same."
Blush? Is she blushing at a time like this? Still, comforting to know she has enough blood for it to be possible.
"The body can be...distracting, you know."
Yes...all too well.
"Try not to scream too much."
That might be possible. If she screams any more something in her throat will surely rupture. Crack Blood flies from her mouth as a fist slams into her stomach. Pain, lack of air, and relief all mix into a swirl of black and red spots, swimming before her. He senses it.
"One day you will beg, and I will."
She shakes her head. She isn't going to beg. Multiple tries have left this conclusion; something just won't let her. At times she wouldn't mind ending it all. Like now.
"No?"
He misunderstands. Cold fingers trace her rips, stopping and resting on the top ones. Cool, real, calming and soft.
Crack. Snap
Screams.
Blood and coughs.
She stares at her chest, which has uneven ridges pushing through the shredded vest. Pain lances through her. Breathing constricts her chest even more, and it burns inside her to inhale. She watches, eyes squinted in pain, as his hand curls around hers.
Sitting on the edge of the table, his bring her limp hand to his lips. A thrill of something-not pain, not pleasure-shoots through her. And then she knows what he'll do, and tries to close her eyes, but something won't let her. Makes her watch as he carefully holds her hand, each slow backward bend, as he turns his head and smiles.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.
Screaming, horrible sharp pain PAIN. Worse every time he does this. Tears are blurring her vision again, in a steady stream down her face. Eyes closes, still crying out, sensing him move to the other side.
Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack.
The world spins on itself. The pain is consuming, but try as she might, she can't get herself to pass out. Her fingers are fixed in unnatural positions, each center of pain blurring into two wide circles that spread outward through her arms and mind.
Snap.
Eyes fly open again. She felt her wrist bones grind together that time, right before they snapped like dry twigs. Sharp biting consuming. Never- ending.
"Why?"
She can't speak, can't give him a questioning look, not like this.
"Why do you come back?"
Pleasure evident in his voice, is that a tinge of regret, just like the other night? She gives a vague shrug, which is nearly impossible, with the tight cords all over her, spreading and trapping like a spider web. It's not the answer he's looking for.
Pop. Pop.
This is interesting. It hurts, but it's a different kind. Not sharp, not exactly. It thrums in her dislocated shoulder; thrums in her bones, makes moving seem an obscenity. Something comes from her mouth, blood and words.
"I don't know."
After all, how would she know? It's not that she liked the way this felt, the ever-consuming pain that left only a portion of her mind to think rationally. And that portion, only sane because some of the pain was partitioned away, walled behind a wall in her head, something she had created. All the pain, and a good deal of her emotions as well. That voice again, bringing her back.
"I don't know either."
Suddenly angry, blurring on top of the table, staring coldly down at her, their faces about half a foot apart. Hands carefully placed on her shoulders, pressing hard, making her squirm and whimper. Body lowered onto her stomach and ribs, causing blood to erupt from her mouth with a flood of cursing and red.
"Why don't I kill you, rape you, forget you? Why can't I?"
Mind too dizzy, but she can see the knowledge she's gaining in these few seconds. Can't forget her? Perhaps they're more alike than possible. Hard to breath with his weight on her, rasping for air.
"Why can't I forget you, leave you, -"
Her mind catches up to what she was about to say, and she shuts her mouth hard. Idiot. She can feel herself fading away, slightly, mind blurring.
Looking up blearily.
Black eyes stare down at her, penetrating and cold.
"What were you saying?"
She shakes her head. A dead hope, a last hope. Nothing in his eyes, nothing in his feelings.
"Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. N-"
A taste of cold fingers on her skin brings her back to reality. Has his gaze softened? Does he know she's going insane, slowly, like a poison being dripped through her skin? His eyes are beautiful, stars in the night, the only source of light in this dark world.
"Thank you."
A knowing smile. Damn again.
Click.
Stinging, burning, something eating away her feet. She struggles to see, to raise her head, even as she starts to scream again. Her feet are normal, but something is there. She can feel it, wet and cutting and eating her away. More screams, as the substance covers all over her feet. The world is spinning again, and she struggles for control. Of course, thinks her brain as silver fog starts to cover it.
Acid.
"Quiet now..."
Quiet?! As the acid crawls up her legs? She can feel her skin burning off and healing at the same times, so it could go on and on and no damage would be done. She screams again, continuous and higher than usual.
It's at her stomach now, and she screams as fast as she takes in the air. The world is spinning again, faster and faster, and then goes black very suddenly. She sinks down, mind asleep even as her body continues to thrash and wails erupt from her mouth.