Katherine Williams (kitty_fangs) wrote in low_tide, @ 2009-11-14 23:15:00 |
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Retribution In Paradise
"This, my friend... Guess this is gonna' have to make do as my new home for a while."
Duct tape worked wonders, didn't it? Katherine certainly thought so. It was a lot more... Versatile than, say, handcuffs and a good deal less conspicuous, to say nothing of it making for an excellent gag: No need to waste time tying a knot behind someone's head. Plus, just the thought of removing it quickly could be an implied threat, in and off itself.
She had jumped aboard ship on a whim. Sneak aboard covertly enough and the things were practically self-contained hotels, which meant a place to relax and entertainment for free.
Of course, it was only a matter of time before attitude and appetite combined to cause Katherine to take exception to someone...
Trailing him ashore, the fanged assassin's ire found its chosen target getting drunk at a bar. It mattered not who he was nor from where he came. Only that she retaliate for an earlier perceived offence.
Duct tape, a coil of wire and some nails... Amazing what one could find, for free, at an ordinary hardware store, wasn't it? And so many uses! A theory she set out to test, one way or another, atop the same building's flat roof. Any cries remaining muffled, fearful at what his tormentor's next intervention might be, should they not.
The pause in her words was caused by the application of a crowbar. The curve end aiming straight up under the man's rib's to wrench him up from the deckchair like a gutted fish. Katherine not even bothering to look in her squirming prey's direction, as she stomped one booted foot on bound feet and began to pull up, up, up...
It was a mathematical certainty: If legs could not detach, yet sternum was being levered up by what amount to a giant metal hook, then the resulting strain upon body would be agonising. The human body had its stress limits and, with vampiric strength being factored into this nasty little equation, they were rapidly going to fail.
His ribcage was being used like a massive cheese grater through living flesh. What nature designed to protect internal organs from impact, now being utilised to snap and shred.
Once the torture finally ended, he looked more like filleted waste from a restaurant, than a former human being. One she would leave up there to rot, until the smell and awareness of gathering insects and birds, finally compelled someone to investigate.
"Yep," Katherine mused, wiping hands clean with successive clapped palms. "About time I had a vacation..."