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Jayne Dough ([info]jayne_dough) wrote in [info]pandorarpg,
@ 2012-02-07 21:06:00

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Entry tags:!status: complete, ^date: november 15 2003, character: dean thomas, character: jayne dough, npc: pandora zurlo

Who: Jaynedora & Dean
What: Torturing like torturers do!
Where: Jayne's flat
When: November 15, 10am
Rating: Pirate (R)



Jayne finished nibbling on her toast as Pandora did her best to convince her that it was time to get started on the boy in the bedroom.

"I think it's about time you took a little initiative, my dear. You don't have to start big, just a little something."

I'm not going to kill him.

"I didn't say you had to. I prefer not to kill anyway. When you leave them alive, you get to torture them again whenever you like."

You're not making it sound appealing.

"Just try something. Don't worry, I will make it worth your while."

Jayne wasn't cruel or heartless by nature. In fact, she'd been the target of far more than she had ever done to others. In the end, that was where she drew her inspiration. All right, I'll go wake him up.

She went into the closet and took out a bucket, using an aguamenti to fill it with water, then using another spell to reduce the temperature to just above freezing. As she picked up the bucket, she could remember being in her second year at Hogwarts and being woken up by the feel of freezing cold all over her body. Someone had thought it would be 'funny' to play a trick on Jayne, to make her entire day miserable. Now, as she held the bucket and stood over the prone, sleeping body on the floor, she felt a strange sort of vindictive power, as if he was one of the ones who'd picked on her when she was younger.

The image strong in her head, she upturned the bucket and sent the small flood of freezing water over the young man's body.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-08 02:47 am UTC (link)
Dean hadn't really fallen asleep, per se. Between the memory of what had just happened, including watching Seamus's mum get killed, and the thought that Seamus had no idea where he even was, or what had happened...It didn't take long after he was alone and no longer petrified for Dean to curl in on himself and be overcome with worry. He tried to think clearly and got as far as no wand, no idea where he was, and Seamus's mother was dead.

A choked sound came out of his throat then. He had to find a way out of here, one way or another, but he was too drained to think how. Finally, after what felt like hours, his body mercifully shut down for him.

Then he was rudely awakened but a frigid splash of water that was so cold he couldn't help the yelp of pained surprise that escaped. He jerked up instantly, but his mind came awake slower. Everything crashed over him again when he looked up and saw that face. His nostrils flared and he set his jaw. This was unlikely to go well, but he was not going to die here. Seamus had lost too much already. Dean was going to make it out. He had to.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-10 01:47 am UTC (link)
She looked down at him, wet and defiant, and felt no sympathy. She would have weeks ago, but too much had happened since, and her sympathy for others had gradually slipped away, leaving a nearly empty shell. Yet she didn't feel so empty as she'd splashed the boy with cold water, and she didn't feel empty as she lifted her wand and cast a burning spell at his chest - a perfect counterpoint to the freezing.

"Are you ready yet to tell me where you know my face from?" she asked, her voice not yet so hard as Pandora's (though technically they used the same vocal chords), but it was determined in its own way.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-10 01:58 am UTC (link)
Dean shivered, his clothes plastering themselves to his skin. But he didn't react otherwise; he simply glared up at his captor his jaw set in anger and defiance. He was not about to tell her anything. Yes he recognised her face from Ron's memory, but he had no idea who she actually was.

He's gotten her features right though. Only a few little strokes off here and there. For not having had her there to model...Dean realised he'd starting thinking in safe and comfortable terms in the face of something unpleasant. Squaring his shoulders, he said nothing.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-11 01:13 am UTC (link)
"If you know who I am, then you know I've done terrible things."

This was a lie, in a way, as Jayne had always told herself that it had never been her, it had all been Pandora. She had been right, but it was unlikely many would see the difference, nor would those sympathize with her easy retreats to allow Pandora to do her will.

"You don't want me to do that sort of stuff to you, do you? I don't want to kill you, and you really shouldn't make me have to kill you. And there are worse things than death, you know."

She quickly stopped herself before she really got rambling. She didn't know how Pandora or anyone else did it. Maybe she just didn't really have it in her, but she was trying, damn it.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-11 01:36 am UTC (link)
Deep down Dean knew she was right. If this was really was the same woman who done such horrible things to Penelope, to Ron, to maybe Harry and every one else, who had just killed Mrs. Finnigan...then she could really hurt him too. Kill him. Worse.

He was afraid. there was no getting around that. But there was no way he was giving in without a fight either. He remained silent, glaring up and her and forcing himself not to shiver in his cold wet clothes. He wasn't going to volunteer a word. He had to figure out a way out of this first.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-11 06:02 am UTC (link)
She bit her bottom lip in frustration. Why the bloody hell wasn't he talking? Didn't he realize what he'd gotten himself into? All he had to do was tell her how he knew her face, then she could let him go, maybe after an obliviation or some such thing. She didn't know yet.

In fact, in its own way, talking to him was like talking to so many of her superiors at the Ministry. She could say so much, but they never heard a bloody thing, too absorbed in themselves and politics to listen to something constructive for once. Her anger and frustration grew, unfortunately for the boy.

"So, I'm not good enough for you to talk to, am I? You think you're better than me? Do you think I just like to hear the sound of my own voice?!"

She pointed her wand at his foot and cast a spell that would make it feel like it was on fire.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-11 04:49 pm UTC (link)
Dean had no idea what this woman was thinking. Honestly he thought she was either mad or simply homicidal. He just knew he wasn't going to give her anything. Who's to say if he didn't tell her anything and everything he knew, she wouldn't still kill him anyway. What he needed to do was find a way to catch her off-guard, and take her down. Without a wand.

He'd done it before. He fought in the Battle of Hogwarts without his wand, ducking spell and fighting Death Eaters hand to hand before he finally managed to grab a wand from one of them. There were many of them. There was just one of her.

But there was only one of him too. At the battle, he'd had Parvati and others fighting alongside him. He was alone now, like he'd been when he was on the run, before he met up with others. He could do this.

Then a searing pain hit his foot, and it felt like it was on fire. Dean cried out before he could stop himself, partly from shock and partly from pain. He clamped his mouth shut, enduring the pain. He had friends who'd gone through worse. He could manage this.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-11 08:59 pm UTC (link)
At the sound of his cry, Jayne felt a strange, pleasant feeling in her mind. She couldn't actually be enjoying hurting someone, could she? Though she admitted it was sort of cathartic, that didn't quite explain-

"Don't worry, my dear. I'm just making sure you have fun. Keep going."

She nodded to herself, already angry and wanting more of that pleasant feeling.

"So, you have a voice after all. I can't wait to hear more of it." And with that, she pointed her wand at the boy's right hand and cast two spells - one aguamenti to cover it with water, quickly followed by a freezing spell to turn the water to ice before it could hit the ground, thus encasing the hand in ice.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 12:49 am UTC (link)
Dean knew as soon as he made a sound that it was a mistake. He'd let it slip and now she knew she could make him repeat it. And he was right. She immediately cast a spell at his hand, encasing it in water and freezing it solid.

A moment of panic flared in Dean. That was his right hand. His wand hand. More importantly, his painting had. If anything happened to it...He swallowed back the fear, trying not to let out another sound. For the moment, fear and worry kept him mute.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 12:58 am UTC (link)
She shook her head at the boy's continued silence. "Are you really that stupid?!" she shouted out in frustration. "Don't you realize I'm just going to keep doing this until you talk? That it will get worse and worse? Do you really want to go through all of that?"

"He's young and foolish, and is playing the hero for his own benefit. He can't help how he reacts. All we can do is play on it."

She sighed and planted her fists on her hips. "Well he's reacting like an idiot. You make him sound like a typical Gryffindor - play the hero and lose sight of reality," she replied, not realizing she was doing so out loud.

"But it can be so much fun to play with. You can make someone to so many things when they're trying to be brave."

"But I just want him to tell me what I need to know, then we can let him go. I'm not like you."

"But you can be..."

Biting her bottom lip, she wondered what Pandora would do next. As an answer slipped into her mind, she pointed her wand in the direction of the boy's navel, where shirt met trouser, and cast a spell to heat up the skin until it blistered. She knew from experience that the trousers' waistband would rub against it and make it all that much worse.

In response, she received a burst of pleasure in her mind from Pandora.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 01:04 am UTC (link)
Dean very nearly responded then, very nearly said something back to her...but then she started talking to herself. Talking as though she were having a deep conversation with someone, but he could only hear one half of it. He stared at her for a moment and finally spoke.

"I am a Gryffindor and you killed someone important to me. If I'm right, you killed more than one person important to me. I'm not playing the hero. I'm just not playing your games. You-"

He would have said more but she hit him with another spell. This time, since his mouth was open and he was in the middle of speaking, in earned another gasp of pain. It hurt, and he tried to double over, but pain was racking him and moving made it worse, not better.

He had to figure out how to keep her from killing him, but keep her off-guard enough to make some kind of escape. He couldn't take her out without a wand, but he had to get away.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 01:15 am UTC (link)
"I'm not playing games!" she shouted, stomping down on his left foot. Again, that felt amazingly good to her, thanks to Pandora. "And I haven't killed anybody! I'm not the one who kills people!"

But that wasn't how anyone would see it. The thought angered her and she reached out, taking the first thing she made contact with (which happened to be a glass vase full of posies) and throwing it across the room. The glass shattered pleasantly against the wall.

"Now where do you know my face?! Tell me now, and don't make me have to kill you! I don't want to kill you!"

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 01:21 am UTC (link)
Dean couldn't help it. He screamed when her foot came down hard on the one that was still throbbing and burning with pain from the spell she'd cast. His good hand scraped and scratched at the floor, seeking and not finding purchase. He shuddered through it and flinched at the sound of glass breaking. Luckily it wasn't near enough to him to cause him damage. Not from that anyway.

He'd pushed too far. he had to keep her from killing him. He couldn't die here. "Someone saw you. I saw you. In someone's memory. Saw your face," he gasped. "Don't know who you are." He could hardly form sentences but he had to calm her back down a little. He tried shifting thinking through blinding pain.

He was still trying to figure out how to take her by surprise. He wasn't restrained. If he could get out past her, he could make a break for it. But he couldn't move just yet.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 01:25 am UTC (link)
She exhaled in relief as he finally spoke. "That's good. You're doing well. Now tell me the rest, and this can all be over for all of us."

She cast a spell to thaw the ice around his right hand. "See, I can be nice, you know. I told you I'm not the killer here. So just tell me whose memory you saw me in, and we can go our separate ways."

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 01:29 am UTC (link)
Dean's face darkened with an angry scowl. "So you can hurt someone else I care about? No. I won't." His heart thumped in terror in his chest. He was not going to tell her it was Ron, never. He had no idea what she'd do to him - to either of them. She'd already let Ron go once; there was no way she'd just let Ron go free if she knew he had recognised her and had let someone else see her.

Dean certainly wasn't going to say that her picture was circulating the DMLE either, and possibly the rest of the ministry and the public soon enough. He hoped so. She had to be caught and stopped.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 01:35 am UTC (link)
"You ungrateful wretch!"

She angrily kicked him in the side - accompanied by yet more pleasantness from Pandora - and growled in frustration. "You don't know what you're doing, do you? I've done my best to save your arse, and you're just throwing it in my face."

She pounded a fist against the wall. "I just can't do this. I don't know how. I'm obviously not good at this anyway."

"Don't be so hard on yoruself, you've done so well, and I'm so proud of you. From this point on, however, I think you should leave him to me."

"You won't kill him, will you? He doesn't have to be killed."

"No, he doesn't. We'll see how much he resists."

"All right. He's all yours."

When next she turned, Jayne was resting, and Pandora was looking through her eyes at the boy. Her entire posture changed, straighter and more dignified, and her eyes shone with a superior gleam.

"I am afraid, my boy, that the pain you have felt until now has been merely a sliver in comparison to what you are about to feel. But don't worry, I won't feel a thing. Not even guilt or shame."

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 01:40 am UTC (link)
Dean bit down hard on the inside of his cheek to keep from howling in pain. His vision was a little hazy, his eyes shining. He blinked hard and looked back at her as she spoke to herself again...and then something really strange happened.

She changed. She look physically the same but the way she held herself, even the way she spoke suddenly changed. Like she'd just handed the reigns over to someone else, someone inside her head. Dean stared at her in confused horror. What was going on here? Was she imperiused? Was there another presence there?

Something was really different now and Dean's twinges of fear ramped upward, fear that showed in his eyes no matter how hard he tried to control it.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 01:47 am UTC (link)
Pandora grinned as she could practically taste the fear. There was something to be said for the reactions in people once she took over from Jayne. She took a step closer, then another, then another, and with every step, her smile grew until it reached her eyes.

She was going to enjoy this.

She tossed the wand to the side, across the room where the boy couldn't reach it, then reached out a hand to him in almost a come hither motion that belied the true intent.

She cast a spell that shattered all the bones in the boy's right arm and hand.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 01:54 am UTC (link)
Dean felt himself trying to shrink back as she approached. There was just something monumentally wrong with her and he was pretty sure he was smart to be afraid. there was more than malicious intent in her eyes. There was enjoyment.

She discarded her wand, which confused him, until she cast a spell wandlessy. Dean didn't hold back the explosion of screams as every bone in his right hand and arm shattered. He'd never felt anything so painful in his life. Coupled with the pain was the shock and fear of what had just been done.

His arm. His hand. He couldn't move it and all he could feel was horrific searing pain. His legs twitched out as his body bowed with the pain.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 02:00 am UTC (link)
The sight of his body bowed as it was gave her shivers of almost erotic delight. She wished she could record the moment for posterity... then realized that was exactly what she would do. It was what she had created the box for, after all. It was long past time she added a new memory to those she already held.

She went to retrieve the box, then spoke a few spells before opening it and placing it on the night table. There, that would do the trick.

"Now, aren't you wishing you'd been more cooperative?" she said sweetly. "But here, those shattered bones must be such a pain. Why don't we get them out of there."

She took a pillow from the bed and spelled it so that it would act as a sort of bone magnet. Then, holding it above the boy's arm, she watched as the fragments burst out one by one, extracting themselves from the flesh and muscle and flying up into the pillow.

During the entire process, a light green smoke began brewing above the box.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 02:09 am UTC (link)
Dean choked back a sound that was almost a sob. He was not going to cry; he wouldn't give this...thing masquerading as a woman that satisfaction. But he screamed again when each bone shard flew out of his arm, tearing flesh and soaking his arm, his clothes and the floor in his blood.

He didn't see the box and the green cloud of smoke. He was too busy gasping and trying desperately to fight through the pain. It seemed endless, each piece of bone ripping through muscles and skin and when it was finally blissfully over, Dean collapsed, shaking.

She had come closer though. If he could move...maybe he could do something, anything, to take her down. If she just kept coming closer.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 02:15 am UTC (link)
Ah, the sight of his boneless arm was so beautiful, though she doubted he would appreciate the look of it. And he was in such an exquisite amount of pain. She almost took pity on him, but it had been such a long time since she had tortured for the mere enjoyment of it.

She lifted her right hand as she came even closer until it burned with a purple fire that reflected in her eyes. With a terrible glee, she lowered to one knee and pressed her hand against his ravaged arm, burning the flesh until it turned black and crackled and stunk up the room with the scent of burned meat.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 02:21 am UTC (link)
Dean didn't know which was worse. The pain of his arm, still sore and throbbing, suddenly on fire, the smell of his own flesh burning or the thought that his arm was being destroyed. Absolutely destroyed. The tears slipped out then, as much as he tried to hold them back.

He couldn't look at his arm, terrified about what he'd see. But she had come closer. He didn't see it, but he heard it, heard the creak of the floor, felt her hand on him. She was right there. If only he could move, throw his full weight against her and...something maybe hit her with something heavy. Knock her out. Get out.

A plan was there, however fragmented and desperate. but it was something and he had to try, once he could move, while she was still gloating over the pain she was causing him.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 02:31 am UTC (link)
Before her very eyes, every inch of flesh turned black and charred until, finally, she pulled her hand away and ended the spell.

She began laughing, as she was so happy that she simply couldn't contain the emotion. "Oh, I've missed this so much," she said fondly with a shake of her head. "When you have to kill, you often miss out on the true joy of torturing someone. Like the Potter boy. He could have suffered such great pain, but unfortunately I had not my power back yet, and all I could do was slit his throat. Such a shame, such a waste..."

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 02:41 am UTC (link)
Dean felt like he was suffused in a sea of red pain. It was almost as though everything hurt so much that it could hardly hurt anymore.

He was wrong. He'd only suspected that this woman had killed Harry. He didn't know for sure. But she admitted it, gloried in it, told him what she did...

Dean's eyes opened, rage in them. Penny, Seamus's mum, Harry - they were all dead, because of this witch. With a growl and a burst of sheer adrenaline, Dean pitched himself forward, trying to ignore the pain in his left foot and right arm.

He flung himself at her, the full weight of his sizable form behind the movement and took her down. Behind her, on the floor were shards of broken glass, and other bits of debris not to mention the legs of the furniture around them. he could only hope he hurt her enough to gain a brief upper hand.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 02:54 am UTC (link)
It took a lot to surprise Pandora, and yet the boy managed to do just that. She should have paid more attention, but she had simply gloried so much in the torture that she'd forgotten how some were capable of great feats under the right circumstances.

One moment she was glorying in the boy's pain, and the next she was lying flat on the floor, her head having hit first the bed frame then the glass covered floor, and her vision playing havoc with her. She defensively shot out a stunning spell at random, unable to see or even think straight, but nevertheles nowhere near defenseless.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 02:59 am UTC (link)
It worked. Dean would take the time to revel in that later. For now he was still moving, barely dodging a stunning spell that despite her reduced functionality came all too close. Dean reached with his left hand and grabbed the nearest thing he could: a lamp.

Half-straddling the witch now, Dean lifted the lamp and brought it down hard, striking her head. The angle was sharp and while his left arm was clumsy, the force behind it was heavy. He had an advantage now and he was going to take it.

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[info]jayne_dough
2012-02-12 03:13 am UTC (link)
The dizziness was starting to go and she could see the boy moving closer. Unfortunately, before she could reach out, something struck her on the head.

And then blackness.

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[info]artisgratia
2012-02-12 03:19 am UTC (link)
The sound Dean made then was a sob of relief and a release when the woman beneath him fell limp. He dropped the lamp and dragged himself off her, leaning heavily on his left arm to pull himself up. With sheer force of will and determination, Dean hobbled, right foot still working, left foot in pain, left arm still working, right arm useless.

He managed to get out of the room and found himself in a living area. With a fireplace, and above it, a container he prayed was floo powder. He hauled himself over, and awkwardly took off the top with his one hand.

Reaching in, he pulled out a handful of powder and threw it into the fire, nearly sobbing in relief again when it flared up just right. He fell forward into it, calling out his address as he did.

And he was gone, leaving the nightmare of the witch and her terrifying dual personality behind him.

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