George was standing in dark room. Instead of his usual butler outfit, he had a simple red shirt with a red pant. His gentle featur had disappeared . He looked more like a sadic than anything. In front of him, a man tied to chair. He was unconcious and devoid of any clothes. Next to the chair, a table with strange intrument exposed.
Pliers, shear, spades, auger and alcohol. Everything was here. He also had some other tools made to keep the mouth and the eyes open. The perfect kit. He went to the table and made sure everything was clean and ready to use. Below the table a jar was hidden, only small sound came from it.
Behind him a man stood next to the door, he had a frightened look and was shaking.
"Mister George, while I know I owe you a favor for keeping my "secret" silent, why do you want me here. I can't help you doing... this!"
George turned his head and looked at him. He glared at him but softened after thinking a few second. Why was he in this situation? The answer is simple. Today, as he walked with miss cassiopea around the instute, helping here with her shopping a man, Garen, began to insult her. He said enough to make her run away while crying. A rare feat only a few acomplished .
While George was a calm man and would normaly use legal mean, this time he was too angry to keep it at that. He had to return to his previous ... pastime. Something he used to do when he was still "working". He made sure to have the help of the summoner before ddoing anything and when the night came, he kidnapped the said man and brought him in a room hidden from everyone and soundproof.
As for the summoner, he only needed him to heal the man after making sure he understood how to act with his young mistress.
"Do not worry, Summoner Davda, i only need you to heal him. If you wish, you can wait outside. A vous de voir."
The summoner opened the door and went out as fast as he could. He had no problem seeing people bleed in a fight but torture... He couldn't. George nodded in understanding. He went back to his task.
He approached garen and slapped him. No reaction. He slapped him again but this time more violently. The man didn't react. Seeing that he was too soft, he tightened his fist and punched the man in the face. The nose made a loud sound and garen wake up in pain.
"WHAT THE! What happened, why am I tied?"
Annoyed, he punched him again but this time, in the stomach. His breath taken away, garen stopped yelling. It took him a few second to breath again. George was on his table looking for what tool he would use first.
Garen looked around and finally saw George. He thought a few second trying to understand what was happening. Before he could say anything, George was back with a sack and a bottle. He put it on top of his tead and closed the gap on his neck. Garen knew about this torture, he saw done when they were interrogating spies back then. He tried to say something but water began to drop on him. The sack began to mold on his face, making it really difficult to breath. He felt like he was drowning.
For what look like an eternity, the water kept falling. When it finally ended, he felt relieved but it ended with George voice.
"Now, now, mon ami, the fun is only starting. You see, it's really hard to anger me you, you managed to do it. It's time to think about your mistake. Now guess what you did. Everytime you say something wrong, i'll punish you accordingly."
Garen was speechless. He knew a few psychopath in the institute but none of them dared to try and do what was happening to him. He thought about what he did and could bring him to this situation. After a few second, he yelled. Something hurt him on his hand. As if his nail were ripped. George had his pliers with a bloody while he kept garen hand still.
"Faster, mon ami, you don't have all the night."
Saying so, he ripped a second nail. Garen yelled again. He suffered worst injury but when it happened, adrenaline made it bearable. Even when he thought about it, there was no reason for him to be here.
"I don't know."
George pulled another nail. Garen yelled, blood pouring out of his fingers.
"I don't know !"
George sighed and pulled one out again. Garen yelled again, the pain was horrible.
"I don't know, I swear I don't know."
George let go of the hand and went back to his table. He put the bloodied pliers on the table.
"You make it more difficult for you."
He came back with a bucket of spades and put them on the floor. He poured more water on garen and listened how hard it was for him to breath.
"You see, this... little lesson will last as long as you don't ask forgiveness for what you did."
As he said so, he took a spades and put it uder garen nails. A few knew about it but the space between the flesh and the nail is relly sensible and was often used to inflict pain. Garen was yelling, the pain making him cry.
"I-I swear, I don't know what I did..."
Geoge shook his head and sinks the spades in garen finger. Blood was flowing on the spade. Garen stil said he knew nothing, annoying George. He took back the bucket and went back to the table. He took the auger and went back in front of garen.
"When I was still in training, a teacher showed me this tool. I laughed at first but when I saw the result..."
Saying this, he put it on garen leg and began to rotate it. The flesh redened around the hole it was forming and blooding was coming out. After a few second, flesh began to come out. While george was doing his dead, garen yelled. He felt the flesh being dig and the pain coming with it. Still he didn't understand, what did he do to be treated that way. George made a few more hole before stopping and cleaning the tool.
"You're really sturdy. A shame you are demacian, would you be Noxian, you would be a good ally."
He went back and took the jar he had under the table. He came next to garen and took out the frabis that was hidding what was inside. He then put ir on the ground and took off the sak from garen head. His mouth was bleeding, not from violence but because he clenched his teeth too much from the pain. He looked at the jar and his face went white.
"Ho? Do you know what it is? I had a lot of difficulty to bring it here but trust me, it's worth it."
He was talking about the centipede in the jar. It was a species known to eat human flesh. Warden used it by making it pass by an … orifice and making it eat the flesh from the inside. Making the people insane.
Because of the fear, garen mind worked faster than usual. He saw his day event by event. First, he played basket with jarvan, then he went shopping with his sister and finally he ate with xin zhao. The shopping... george... Du Couteau... Cassiopea! He finally remembered.
"I'm sorry! I wont talk to her like that again! please, anything but that!"
George laughed and took the centipede from the jar.
"Finally. But it would be a shame to jus show it right. Now if you would..."
He brought the insect near garen hear but before putting it in, garen fainted. Seeing this, he laughed and put the insect back. He packed the tools and put them in his bag. He went out and called for the summoner davda.
As he hoppened the door, he heard garen mumbling something.
"here for the kudos."
"Poor man. He definetly lost it. Even is mumbling has no sense. Summoner, you can heal him and destroy the jar. I think he learned his lesson."
Davda nodded and entered in the door. The smell made him throw up but he still healed garen, destroyed the jar and teleported garen back in his room. He also cleaned the room, making sure there was no trace.
George was already far from here. He was walking by the garden and saw the usual people. The two ninja and their girlfriends. He nodded to them and went to the manor. As he opened the door, he heard whimper coming from cassiopea room, he changed in hos butler outfit and went to comfort her. She fell asleep soon after. Making sure she was sleeping he went to the kitchen and began to prepare pastry for tomorrow. As it was the end of the week, he had to take care of the childs and the fox for two days straight. Luckily, the Du Couteau had their week end planned. Katarina would go with Leblanc in a trip. Talon would meet with "someone" and cassiopea was invited to shurima by sivir.
He smiled and looked at the clock. He still had four hours to rest.