Update: Final chapter
Kyle's weight now sat on ten deeply fastened rivets; all buried deep into the flesh of his legs, forming little trickles that ran downward. Both his knee caps had also received one and two more had been installed into each foot. Needless to say the crushed bones within only helped to add pain to the unyielding corkscrews that impaled his feet.
During this time Ashta's mood only grew worse. She couldn't even explain it herself, but being weak to the acrid abyss of anger threw herself into the next step. A circular kind of clamp waited outside the door and she quickly snatched it, bringing it hastily over to Kyle and fastening it above the left elbow.
Now as she cranked the centre knob the arch between the two grips grew shorter, stressing the bone into a tensioned bow. And at length, having no other choice snapped like a twig. Kyle in turn gurgled, coughing up more blood still as his scream was denied. His body weight shifted and his muted agony stretched as more weight was favored to the dagger wounded shoulder. Shortly thereafter his other arm broke in the same place and he rolled his eyes as gravity eased him a little deeper onto those evil rivets and merciless screws.
Throwing the clamp, Ashta spent a few seconds ringing the fracture's with her hands, milking as much agony as the event could leave. She knew the arms wouldn't fall off despite how thin they were, but continued thrashing would indeed cause heavy elastic damage. Something that was probably going to happen a lot in the next few minutes…
Gagging on the blood in his throat Kyle tried to keep it from his windpipe. It never occurred to him that drinking his own blood would one day would be necessary to keep him alive.
He was so damn tired yet his mind was the furthest from. He hated that syringe that Ashta used, and the pain it put him though even more so. The suspended animation of constant, uninterrupted torment rivaled nothing. The truth of no longer being a man was mortifying, and the sight of the open door lingering ahead made him sick.
That damn door.
Every time he saw it he wished he could just run and ignore everything his body told him. It was so bizarre how torture made people like children again, hardly innocent…but nevertheless pure with one desire…
More then ever he wanted to live…
Click!
Although so quiet, the faint sound dripped terror even though its echo held no more then a whisper. Now without skin, Ashta's face grinned evilly at her clawed metallic hand.
"The Talon" as she liked to call it was inarguably the most wicked device in her arsenal. Even by her standards. And rightly so, as something this evil could only fit on a hand of her caliber.
Holding it to the light made her smile, and she rotated its pale grey form, testing the movement and noting the large spines which descended from her finger tips. Resembling inverted shark fins, their titanium design was strong and sharp enough to cut metal…yet alone skin. The prows were thick and their diamond coated blades were so sharp they even put her infamous dagger to shame.
Knowing that such weapons would be suicide without protection, Ashta had deliberately designed the rest of the hand to be incased in metal as well. It had been expensive and extremely complex but in the end she was satisfied with the result. And strangely enough it wasn't some bulky hideous object but a weapon of curved elegant beauty. The limitations it put on hand movement were next to zero and the dark silvery polish it bore was mesmerizing.
If ever a weapon could be designed into a neo-claw this was it.
Walking behind, she started on Kyle's back aiming just below the right shoulder. Using only the index finger to cut it effortlessly glided though the skin leaving a line of red in its wake. Some of the cauterized whip marks were tougher but these too were hardly noticeable and their resistance to her skinning marks was laughable. She crisscrossed, ignoring the all too familiar background noise and finished the first pattern at 90 degrees. Then hooking two of her spikes into the flap ripped it open, cutting the first layer of muscles that tried to oppose her.
Her other hand assisted and the talon moved to extend the lines stopping only to cut the occasional tendon or clinging ligament. The flap grew larger and she slowed all the more making sure he felt every inch of it. Her target was shuddering violently and even above the sound of ripping flesh she could hear the bones grinding as his arms flopped from convulsion.
Moving across the spinal column, brute force was required to tear some of the internal's away and when she had gotten a good look at his insides she stopped; allowing the piece of skin to hang backwards.
Glancing further at the internal mappings of the body she then moved to the front letting the blood fall and run in its many rivers toward the ground. It truly was amazing from the amount of blood spilled that he had any left at all. But she couldn't wonder about that now. Kyle's eyes were getting glassy and she knew he was finally starting to slip into the whirlpool from which there was no return. She had planned other things for him but at the rate he was falling there was probably only time for one more.
Taking her metal hand, Ashta pressed it on his thinned ribcage indenting a bloody hand mark amidst the whip lacerations and burn marks. After all the pleasure she had received from him it was a shame that it had to end now. It would have been wonderful if there was no such thing as death. She would have continued forever.
Gently she held his face for the last time, loving that innocent look; grinning as he saw her vaguely. Everything became quiet and for about a minute nothing happened, as she said nothing.
But then as vicious as her unpredictable mood swings she plunged the chest, raking all sides as she tore meat from bone around the rib cage. For Kyle the critical blood loss point was dangerously close and the numbness that reached his mind was warping every sensation out of place. The detachment from reality began and the world had become silent.
When her fingers' extensions had cleared most of the flesh, Ashta slammed on the ribcage, easily fracturing it and she clawed her way bone by bone. Cutting some and snapping others to give way to the cavity. And at long last she strained as the last barriers were pried apart.
Reaching inside to the heart she clasped it carefully, its beat being weak in her grasp. Feeling the life giving vibration was very soothing and the fact that she held it elated her even higher. Cautiously but firmly she then retracted with the vital organ in tow. It resisted for a second but then one by one like rubber bands, the arteries snapped and she, Ashta, held Kyle's heart in her metallic hand. Kyle saw it, but he didn't understand; and even when she began to grind it into ribbons the care of it or anything else seemed to distance itself. Everything had become so quiet and peaceful. All the pain had left him and had he been able, might have cried as death embraced him.
Picking up Kyle's chin, Ashta again stared into his face taking what she wanted. It was over and her subordinates could clean up this mess. This example should be sufficient to show them where disagreement would lead.
Cutting the lights she left, and the smell of death filled the room.
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Epilogue
Blood blended with the rusted sink. In the flickering light Ashta stared at the mirror. It had been sometime since she saw herself as the torturer and now it lapsed. Rationally she didn't care, it didn't matter. So why was it that now a spark of remorse had appeared in her mind? Could it be she actually missed him?
Bullshit…
Still the emotion lingered, and it in turn enraged her, ironically making it stronger. Until finally she crushed the mirror with the bloody talon, staining it red as hundreds of faces looked back at her…
Well that's it. An over detailed torture sequence complete with choppy and rather pathetic view point changes. I'm sure you can agree with me that the writing style needs work. (Idk about u but the over detail bores the hell out of me and takes away most emotional qualities. It just that the story was written 2 months ago and reworking the entire thing into a new view point would have been worse then the torture I described here.) I'm trying to find a "smoother" way of explaining things so that it doesn't choke story flow. A hard task for me. If you enjoyed it I am pleased that my work wasn't in total vain. And if you didn't well like I said at the end of chapter 1 "I'm a beginner but I'm trying to be a good writer."