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Tweak says, "bubble bubble toil & trouble"

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

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!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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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	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. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

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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