BoundHer In Her Bones

Posted on Sun Jan 31, 2016 @ 12:52am by Civilian 'Key Holder' Yolanthe Ibalin

863 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Pangaea (Wrap up)
Location: The Black Room, Torm's Estate
Timeline: MD10 1900

::ON::

Klia focused on the bite of the thin metal cuffs on her wrists and ankles, the rough itching of the tough carpet that covered the bench she'd been secured to, the citrussy sharp smell of the antiseptic that permeated everything, the uninterrupted grey of the ceiling, anything and everything around her so she didn't have to listen to Torm talk.

It didn't work

He had pulled up a stool and sat down next to her. He was as bald as a deltan, and his skin was fresh and shiny, but a few more rounds with the right medical equipment and no-one would ever know.

"Ingenious stuff." Torm was looking at the remnants of the homemade napalm. He held the jar in one hand, looking at the couple of spoonfuls that were left. Then dropped it on the tray. "It missed my eyes, which I am grateful for, but I doubt you will be. After all, If I didn't have eyes for this, this conversation would be very much shorter."

He hooked a foot around a little metal cart and rolled it over. He grabbed a pair of shears and snipped neatly up the front of her gauzy dress, not bothered that the sharp tips kept scratching her skin. He dropped them back and shoved the sides apart, exposing her to him.

"I quite enjoyed finger painting as a child. But I think this stuff probably needs a brush." He took a small metal spatula from the the cart, and used it to scrape out some of the jelly Klia had made, and then smeared it onto her torso.

She hissed as the caustic goop began to dissolve her skin. Torm ran out of gel on the spatula and got some more, the pain kept on, but despite it, she could tell the spatula wasn't moving at random. He was ...writing... on her? The line of gel spread from just above her vulva up across her belly, between her breasts and ended at the hollow of her throat

"There," Torm sat back, dropped the spatula onto the floor. "Does it burn?" She whimpered, neither a yes or a go-to-hell, just a sound of hurt. "No." Torm said, and held up a small round cylinder. He flicked it against her skin, against the gel, And a small flame jumped up. The gel ignited and she screamed. "Now it burns"

He chortled happily at his own joke and started to poke through the cart, one eye on her thrashing form as she tried to get away from the fire eating into her skin. After a few minutes it burnt itself out, the flesh too moist, the gel to thin for anything to spread.

He poked a finger into the red weeping burn just below her naval. She keened again, arching her body up, trying to twist away. He grabbed her hip easily and pulled her down. "Where next?" he asked her. "Hmm? Oh, I know!"

Klia kept her eyes closed, she didn't want to know, all along her central line was a mass of agony and she could only gasp out moaning breaths trying to manage pain like she'd never felt before. She heard him roll his stool up to her head, and then his gross pudgy fingers were combing through her hair.

Then she smelled something burning, acrid. Its took her a few seconds to realise it was her. He'd set fire to her hair. She tried to thrash to put it out, but only whipped burning strands across to lie on her face, where they burnt her cheeks and turned the red locks to coiled, bubbled, blackened strands. The fire reached her scalp and she couldn't stop the panicked shrieks escaping as she felt the skin on her head start to char.

A heavy dark, dank smelling blanket dropped across her face. and she gulped down a mouth of smoke as the flames were smothered. Then the blanket was whisked away, and she blinked, though her eyes were already awash with tears. "Please, stop."

Torm looked at her, and shook his head. "No." He showed her a small hand held laser welder. "This one? Burn those fingers off. then your toes? Maybe I'll fuck you with it. What do you prefer"

Klia just sobbed, not able to articulate anything but agony.

The cart rattled as Torm sorted through its contents, "Ah. I didn't realise they still made these. I think this will do for now. I'm not quite ready to kill you." There was a clicking sound, and a little cough as something ignited. She tensed, wondering where the next touch would come.

Fire brushed along her ribs, there was a smell like burning popcorn and then she could only scream again as the blow torch excavated a line across her breast with a blow torch.

Coherent thought had stopped the only thing going through her mind was Stop!Stop!Don't!Please!Stop!Pleasepleaseplease!

And then it happened. A voice, cool and calm, cut through the pain for a moment.

~Be strong, Klia, we're coming for you~

::OFF::

Klia N'Shadrah
Orion Slavegirl

Torm Malakmar
Twisted Bastard

NPCs by Notty

 

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