Farfarello isn't the only with urges to bring pain. Schuldig gets those too.
It isn't very often. Usually the German doesn't bother to notice other people unless they entertain him. Lucky for the rest of the population, it's hard to entertain a telepath.
Still, sometimes Schuldig will notice someone. Occasionally, he'll want to hurt that person.
Really hurt. Torture them in the worst way possible.
The best thing about that is he doesn't have to think of what to do. All people are sick on some level and have some deep rooted fear of having some horrible thing inflicted on them. What that thing is varies from person to person but Schuldig finds he could easily perform most of the envisioned acts.
Take the little girl he's escorting tonight. The spoiled daughter of an American businessman. Etiquette demands she be accompanied to Takatori's gala and since the politician can't offer the services of a juvenile and a madman the chore of playing escort falls to himself and Crawford. Crawford took the elder sister.
Focusing on the mind of the teenage girl griping his arm Schuldig not-so-gently probes her mind. She's attractive enough, but not all that bright. She thinks she's 'cultured' and Mama's drilled enough do's and don'ts into her head that maybe she is. She speaks poor Japanese and worse German. As far as Schuldig can tell, the only good thing about her is she has an appreciation for Wagner. An appreciation that doesn't stem from the Bugs Bunny cartoon.
She's chattering about the college she's attending this fall and Schuldig pries a little further into her mind. He goes past the superficial thoughts of how cute she finds him and digs deeper.
Interesting. Very interesting.
If Mama and Daddy only knew.
She loves Daddy's underling.
Loves is the wrong word.
Lusts after. There we go. Schuldig isn't surprised to find the rather sordid fantasies the girl has in her head. He's heard far worse thoughts from younger children.
He finds other things inside her mind.
Again, very interesting.
Across the room Brad Crawford catches his eye and arches an eyebrow. He knows what Schuldig is doing. He doesn't care.
Schuldig continues. This is mildly interesting and heightens his urge to hurt her; for all her kink infested fantasies she's afraid of sex.
Afraid of the sin accompanying the act. Afraid of children. Afraid of disease. A kink obessed, sex scared virgin. That's a new one.
It's like honey and all of a sudden Schuldig knows how to hurt her.
He smoothly asks if she'd like to take a walk out in the garden. It's a warm night and it is getting a little noisy isn't it? She nods eagerly.
The garden is empty and far enough away from the party that no one will see them. He doesn't bother speaking, preferring his body language to do all the talking and let's her interpret as he knows she will.
The fun begins. She knows he's coming on to her and, as he planned, she's torn. Will she take him and damn herself in doing so? Or will she choose to remain alone for the long stretch of her boring and meaningless life?
Schuldig remains silent and simply lessens the barriers between their bodies while reinforcing the idea of damnation in her mind. If she asks then he will stop but no one has ever asked before.
She doesn't ask.
By the time they're through she's a sweaty, gasping mess. Schuldig doesn't need to look in her mind to see what she's thinking.
She thinks she's a sinner.
She thinks she's guilty.
He zips up his pants and brushes the leaves out of her hair. She won't tell anyone what happened.
Satisfied, he takes her back to the gala. Nobody except Crawford noticed they had ever left. The girl doesn't chatter anymore.
The night ends and Schuldig gives his polite goodbyes to the girl and her parents. He climbs into the Rolls Royce with Crawford and Takatori and listens to Oracle smoothly lie about how well the party went.
The urge is satisfied.
