Look who's back bitches! It took me several, and I mean several, months to get outta my funk and crank this out. It wasn't for lack of inspiration on torture, trust me. I had to do some research, which made me feel like the cops would come banging on my door. So, life has been...a little difficult lately. I was having really bad work trouble, one instance was I almost had a fist fight with a coworker(who just got fired recently) and I was being unfairly targeted by a few managers. Though that was solved, my job is kinda at stake now, which sucks. I was sick for the past few weeks, including Halloween. Don't get me started on Halloween. My "friend" at work got upset with me cause I wanted to leave the club early. Now let me inform y'all that I was obviously getting worse as the night went on, and I had to get to sleep soon because I had work the next day. Yet she wanna be petty and be mad cause I "made her leave early". She decided to still be upset and then proceeded to tell me a few days later that she "wasn't up to hanging out and turning up with me just yet". Bitch, excuse me?! I haven't talked to her since and that was Sunday.
Now that that's over, sorry for the long ass rant, I tend to do this a lot to y'all. I hope you guys like the chapter. And I have a surprise for my bun-bun Victoria….torture! (Even though I said it up there) she was waiting so patiently to read about a tortured orihime. And I want to give a shout-out to Alicia jen havens, my future Bae(she just don't know it yet), for all the faves, follows, and reviews. Those puppy eyes helped.
Warning: graphic torture and violence.
Grimmjow stared at Hyorinmaru, shock the most obvious emotion. Their uncle? Did that mean he's related to their dad? No, grimmjow didn't think so. He looked nothing like AIzen. Then, their mother? If you could call someone who abandoned you, your mother. He wanted to doubt the man, to say that he was just trying to get them to trust him. But...he looked so much like them, now that he paid attention.
Gerard was more shocked than Grimmjow. She knew that this man wasn't related to her father, but she knew nothing of the woman that birthed her and Grimmjow. "How do you know us?" She asked quietly, nervousness heard in her voice. "And how did you find us?"
Hyorinmaru looked closely at Gerard, studying her really. Then he smiled. "I wouldn't be a good uncle if I didn't know who my niece and nephew were. I've been keeping an eye on you two, especially you Gerard. After I heard that you were taken from the hospital, I tried everything to track you down, which I did about seven years ago. I...convinced, your so called parents to let you go." Gerard swallowed at that. She knew he probably paid them, then hurt them. "I was angry when Jin took you, so I tried to intervene, but your lovers beat me to it."
"That doesn't explain how you found us now. Not even our family knows where we are!" Grimmjow was rightfully suspicious, he knew nothing of this man. But what really made him suspicious, was the fact that this man was related to his 'mother'. He held no respect for the woman.
Hyorinmaru hummed. "That's true. I found you because I am apart of the underground, just like all of our family. I was already here when I heard a whisper about two unique twins, almost identical in every way. I did some digging and found your...employer." The teal haired man said that word with so much disgust, you could see it rolling off of him. "I'm going to help you. It might take some time, but I'll try to be quick about it."
Though the twins were grateful, they still didn't trust him. "What do you want?" Gerard asked seriously. Throughout the years, she learned that everything came with a price in this place.
Hyorinmaru frowned. He expected them to be suspicious and skeptical, but to think he wanted something from them...that hurt. "I want nothing more than your happiness, that's all. I tried to be in both your lives, but the scar my sister left...that was somewhat extended to me."
Grimmjow growled. "So you are her brother."
"We're estranged. After what she pulled...I couldn't talk to her anymore. I know her reasons, but I don't approve of the way she handled it afterwards." Grimmjow and Gerard could see the truth behind his words. But still… "If you truly don't believe and trust me, I'll give you something to prove it." Neither knew what he meant by that. But they watched as he pulled out his phone, something that he shouldn't have, and started to dial a number. It rang for some time, but then both gerard and grimmjow's heart skipped a beat at the voice on the other end.
They had just made it to the lobby of one of the hotels aizen owned, when a blonde woman walked up to the trio. She bowed respectively to the shopkeeper and brunette, giving a questioning glance to Gerta. "Mr. Aizen, Kisuke. Everyone is ready in the penthouse suite and housekeeping is on standby for when you finish." She said formally. She'd gotten used to speaking that way to Aizen.
The brunette gave Harley a small smile, walking to one of the elevators and proceeding to the top floor. It didn't take them long to get to the penthouse suite, a cacophony of agonizing screams welcoming them.
The slightly gory scene the trio enters satisfies them. There sitting in a chair, bound by ropes is Orihime. The woman is ramrod straight, forced stiff with a heretic's fork to the neck, trails of blood flowing from under her chin and sternum. It appears that didn't work as there was another torture at play. Gerta clears her throat, which garners the attention of the twins and Gin.
Seeing the newcomers, Orihime whimpered as she spoke. "P-please, please he-help me!"
Aizen raises an eyebrow as he walks towards her, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Oh sweet child, why would we do that? You've broken and hurt our family. The only way you're getting out of this," He touches the bi-pronged fork. "Is to tell us everything."
Though she wants to nod frantically, that would only injure her more. "I'll tell you, just please let me go."
Kisuke takes that moment to speak up. "Let you go? Honey you're not leaving this room alive." He says coldly.
Just as expected, hearing that she would die in this room, Orihime clamped her mouth shut. She would rather die than help those freaks. Shiro shook his head as he tightened the already applied thumbscrew on her left hand. "Ya may think yer gonna die not telling, but we'll get it outta ya eventually. And hey, we definitely got tha time bitch."
As the device got tighter, the room was filled with the audible breaking of the strawberry blonde's fingers, and the screams coming from between clenched teeth. When most of her fingers were broken, Orihime had yet to confess anything. Seeing this, Gerta spoke up, her heavy German accent adding a menacing aura to the room. "You are stronger than you seem, but, can you keep this up? Speak up and your death will be less painful than if you don't."
It took a while for Orihime to take the bargain, causing her all but her pinky finger to be broken. She explained how she came up with her plan, how she found and contacted Sugo. They both waited until Grimmjow had given birth to strike. While Sugo wished to leave the children out, she insisted on involving them, collateral damage as she said.
Upon hearing this, Gerta took the breast ripper from the table of medieval torture devices and put it on Orihime. The girl looked panicked and screamed as it did as its name implied, though she shakingly continued with her story. She had apparently broken into Grimmjow and Ichigo's shared apartment under the guise of apologizing. Though that didn't work, she ended up drugging him and going after Gerard, who, while protecting baby Amethyst, went into labor.
It took Orihime a while to explain everything, seeing as the heretics fork was still in play. When she told them she had no information on their whereabouts, which no one believed, Aizen's phone rang. It was an unknown number. He usually didn't answer those, but he had a feeling it was important, so he stepped out of the room.
"Hello?"
Gerard walked towards Hyorinmaru on shaky legs and grabbed the phone. "Papa!"
Aizen gasped. "Baby, Is that really you? I've missed you and your brother so much!"
The rooms occupants could hear the tremble in his voice. "Yea, it's me. Grimmjow's here too."
"My babies, I can't believe it!" The brunette began to break down. He had waited so long to hear from them, to know they were alive. "How did you call me?"
Grimmjow looked over to Hyorinmaru, telling him with his eyes to speak up. "I called you Sosuke. They both needed this as much as you did."
"Hyorinmaru, I thank you for this. Though I don't remember giving you this number." The suspicion was small, but there.
The teal haired man chuckled. "We all know I have my ways. Now old friend, we will have to end this shortly, I haven't much time. I'll contact you later, so we can get everyone out of here."
Aizen was not pleased that his time with his children was getting cut short, but he understood the delicate situation they were in. "Fine. Grimmjow, Gerard, I love you and wet will get you all free. I wish we could talk longer, but we can't, and I have to get back and finish off a very annoying bug." While the twins said their goodbyes, Hyorinmaru watched with a smile. "Oh, Hyorinmaru, Gerta is here."
With that he hung up, leaving Gerard confused and the two men in the room furious.
Handing the phone back, Grimmjow sat on the bed heavily. "We have to make it look like we fucked. It's creepy as shit since we know you're our uncle, but we can't have 'em suspicious of us." The bluenette groaned as he took the sheets off the bed and entered the bathroom. He came back awhile later with them soiled, handing them to his sister, who gave him a disgusted look. "What? We gotta Gi, now go on, Hyorinmaru's next. Just you and me ain't enough."
Once the sheets were thoroughly messed, the twins waited as their uncle left the room, telling them he would be back in a week. Grimmjow and Gerard slept easier that night, knowing they were close to escaping.
Aizen held onto his phone for dear life, this was surreal.
Now that he had an inside contact, there was no need for the insect. He strides back into the room confidently, smirking as Orihime looked at him nervously, stopping her story. "Ah, Orihime dear, turns out we don't need you to tell us anything more. Isn't that good?"
The girl looked frightened. "W-why?"
"Yes, why sweet fiance of mine, do we not need her to keep talking? I would love to know." Kisuke said in the most sweetest voice he could conjure.
"Because future husband, I just got a call from our lovely children. Isn't that amazing Orihime? I think it is."
The girl began to cry, knowing that meant her death sooner and more excruciating than before. "Please, have mercy." She whimpered out.
Sitting quietly on the bed, Ichigo rose and walked to stand in front of her. "Have mercy?" He asked quietly. "Like you had mercy for my family? No, you bitch. You are going to suffer for what you caused us, you are going to die a very very painful death." He reached over to the table and grabbed the tongue tearer, ripping out her tongue with excessive force, then taking her head and forcing it down on the heretic's fork. It pierced her chin, impaling her through her mouth, the metal gleaming, consequently piercing her sternum.
Hearing her gurgle and choke on her blood satisfied them all. Oh, but it wasn't over yet. Though she struggled, Gin and Shiro got her strapped onto a table. It took a few minutes, but Kisuke walked over to the table with what looked like a scepter and a small pot of something boiling. "Do you know what this is, Orihime? It's called the lead sprinkler. Back in medieval times, it would be filled with either boiling metals, oil, or water, then shaken over the victim." He explained while filling the sprinkler with boiling oil. "We don't have the resources here for melting metal, but this will be just as painful. I think I'll put this in an orifice instead of sprinkling it over you. Boys, untie and raise her legs."
Orihime struggled more, but she was weak from blood loss and the beginnings of shock. Once her legs were raised to the perfect height, the usually cheerful shopkeeper shoved the sprinkler into the horrid girls vagina, watching in satisfaction as she was burned from the inside out. Not satisfied completely, he decided to add more oil, screwing off the top of the sprinkler and pouring it in, purposefully wasting some on the girl's skin. The sound of her agony was beautiful as she slowly died.
I am an evil, evil person. Was the torture good? I tried to make it gruesome and worth the wait. I almost cried at Aizen breaking down, and I wrote it! I love you guys and I hope you forgive me for the long absence. See ya buns.
