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mods! ([info]wariscomingmod) wrote in [info]wariscoming,
@ 2009-12-29 00:59:00

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Entry tags:alastair (npc), andrea rojas, atlanta, cal leandros, damien thorn, eliot spencer, jason stackhouse, john jones, needy lesnicki, rose weasley

WHO: Alastair & his victims.
WHAT: Torture times!
WHEN: Evening.
WHERE: An abandoned warehouse.
RATING: High. Violence, blood, etc. It's torture, people!



The warehouse was the kind of place that most people only saw in really bad horror movies. Windows broken, cobwebs hanging all over the place, items hidden beneath tattered tarps, doors hanging off their hinges. There were three different levels to the building, each of which Alastair strategically placed those that he had managed to abduct. The abducting, of course, had not been simple. He had to get a team out there, each team including one of the demons that he'd had spying on the humans for weeks. They knew who their targets were. They would find them. They would trap them. They would haul them back and then Alastair, rather gleefully, would get to play with them.

Once they were brought in, each person was chained down. Some on top of tables, others to walls, the rest in cages. The good thing about an old building like this one was that most people wouldn't give it the time of day. It was easy to slip in, place a few cages and locks in place, and prepare it for the friendly little visit he had been planning on for quite some time. No one would find them here, Al was confident of that. The place was so far out of the way that no one would be able to hear them scream. And, oh, they would scream. Al wasn't the type to play with gags and silencing instruments. Every single person he'd gotten hold of was free to yell and scream and do as they pleased.

He liked the noise. It was music to his ears.

[OOC: Comment with your characters names in the subject of each subthread and Al will drop by and visit each accordingly. Also, if you aren't comfortable with threading out violent scenes feel free to give it the old skip and we'll assume your character was here playing with everyone else!]


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Re: Andrea
[info]avengingwarrior
2009-12-31 05:23 pm UTC (link)
The scream wanted to come. It was quite obvious by the gasping breath that she took in but she bit on her tongue. Quite literally she bit on it, so hard that Andrea was surprised that it didn't bleed and go through. But she couldn't hold back the tears, fast and hot. Or the way her knees buckled and the gasping breaths she took; throat chocked up with cries but all that she allowed to come out ... all that managed to come out were crooked sobs.

She would have fallen into him, if she hadn't gripped at the arm holding the scalpel for all she was worth. The shock of it was too much, the pain ... and the worse part her, brain was so surprised by the rapidity of which he twisted the blade and the continuation of it, it hadn't quite processed how much he was hurting her. But it would. Which likely wouldn't at all be good for her. However, until then ... She had to just get the stupid thing out of her. Her hatred of sharp objects just kept on growing. Andrea gripped as hard as she could at his wrist, and .. well, she leaned into him and the scalpel. Bringing it deeper for a second. She had a plan, yeah .. plans. Likely not the sanest but it could work since it was a scalpel and not some crazy, crooked dagger.

As she leaned in she brought her knee up. The impact wasn't as hard as it could have been because she was loosing blood, she was shaky from pain, and she had a whole in her side that he just seemed to like to make bigger for the kick of it. But super-strength didn't diminish because one was in pain, it just became more erratic. However, Andrea knew where she was aiming, "Get off on this, tu hijo de puta." And she brought her knee right between his legs.

With that she yanked the scalpel out of her. Normally she would have taken advantaged and punched him again, likely in the throat but she was too busy stumbling back. Rather than falling she leaned against the cage wall. Hand pressed to her wound. Biting down on her lip that did start to bleed a little.

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Re: Andrea
[info]wariscomingmod
2010-01-02 08:50 am UTC (link)
Alastair actually began to laugh soon after Andrea successfully kneed him in the groin. Maybe he'd have been more concerned about it if this was actually his own body - maybe it would have hurt more - but he didn't seem to be all that phased by it. Yes, he did double over long enough for Andrea to slip away, but it was hardly enough to keep him down. No, no. She was going to have to try a lot harder than that. Grinning eerily, Alastair straightened up. That had hurt. The thing was, getting hurt by someone he was torturing always came off as pleasurable to him. Nothing was sweeter than pain, after all.

"Good." Alastair turned to look at her. "Very good." But, again, it wasn't good enough, now was it? Raising a hand, he began to reach for his abilities. She was strong. Unnaturally so. So was he. Yet he also had a bag of tricks that Andrea didn't have. Mentally pinning her to the wall just so happened to be one of them. He would have been more satisfied with a chair or table, but this would have to do for now. With another mental brush, he yanked the scalpel into the air and caught it with an air of pure expertise. He'd been doing this for centuries.

Andrea had no idea what she was in for, did she?

"You're still not screaming," he said, sounding quite critical. "Come on. You know you wanna."

The area he'd cut open seemed to serve as quiet the sensitive spot for the woman. He decided to bury the blade right back into the spot it had come from.

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Re: Andrea
[info]avengingwarrior
2010-01-02 09:06 am UTC (link)
He laughed. Andrea had heard of men being kneed and they vomitted. Heard that they cried. There was this hysterical sound that could be accused of laughter if one was sadistic enough; however, it wasn't even close. She would know. She'd kneed enough men. It wasn't something she used all willy-nilly because even as a female she understood the value of it ... the pain of it. Nevertheless, it was used before and she knew that genuine laughter shouldn't be one of the reactions. That it shouldn't be enjoyed.

Good. He thought it was good. Well. That wasn't so bad. Good was fine, and she could show him better. Maybe. .. not in the condition she was in. But the thought of better didn't even formulate properly in her brain when she was being pinned against the wall.

Feeling the twist of the scalpel was like a cold, ice splash on an area radiating already in pain. Again the deep automatic breath was pulled in, and because she was so surprised, a muffled, pitched sound escaped. But it was stopped again from biting down on her lips. Breaking skin a little bit further, just a bit more. If she kept doing that, if he kept doing that, she was going to bite through.

What the hell was he searching for? A harder way to plunge through her liver? "Yeah, well, I also want to be at home right now watching mis novelas." The words were bit out and she was glaring for all she was worth. She took in a deep breath through her nose and she waited a while before continuing speaking. She had to wait a while. "We don't always get what we ... want."

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