"Your mind always does worse things than people can show in a movie. "

[breakuliquid]

CONSIDER THIS TO BE THE ELECTRONIC VERSION OF TALIB'S LITTLE BLACK RAEP BOOK!

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Want a character to die? Be raped? Be tortured? All of the above, possibly to Talib?

Here is where we'll RP something out!

This post reserved for all Canon Scenarios that are too edgy for FM's Main page

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[unwillinghelper]

[Following on from here...]

[Ivan stood over the trapped man, watching him with an oddly blank expression on his face.]

No. I'm not the one you're thinking of. I'm the one you tortured. I guess there haven't been any more of my alternates tortured, but I don't know.

[The eyepatch was comforting, soothing, taking away the nerves. His hand rested inside his pocket, grasping the collar there tightly. There was no place for "rain" here.]

Silver, are you ready?

[volginswaifu]

I've been ready.
[He pulled his bag off, unzipping it and pulling out his stunknife, turning it on. Electricity burst to life, brightening part of the room.]

[breakuliquid]

[Talib watches the knife with a cool fascination. With the drugs in his system, it's all he can really do...]

[unwillinghelper]

[Carefully he prepared a couple more of the syringes, laying them down on a nearby table ready. With the restraints it wasn't necessary, but the drugs would not last terribly long and repeated dosages could result in fatalities or severe illness, especially if Talib had that one gene.

His fingers brushed lightly over the eyepatch as he turned towards Talib.]

Do you want to go first, or should I?

[breakuliquid]

[Following This.]

[Talib groans and wakes to find himself apparently alone in a dark room, tied hand and foot to a sturdy chair. He growls and strains at his bonds, aggravating the wound in his shoulder.]

Ocelot!

[ocelotocelot]

[Theres a soft purring resonating through the room, and the crackle and spark of electricity is not far behind.]

Talib. [Ocelot gently hook a collar around Talib's neck before pulling back on it roughly, choking him.]

Hahaha...did you really believe that bullshit?! [He hit him in the face with the butt of his knife.]

Stupid!

[breakuliquid]

[He gags, struggling to speak through the pressure on his throat and the blood pouring from his nose.]

What can...I say? You...were a good fuck...real tight...

[ocelotocelot]

[Ocelot growled, pulling tighter and then releasing him. His footsteps could be heard pacing throughout the room. Off in the corner the clanging of metal being moved about on wood.]

[He came back over, wielding a much more gritty knife--not sharp and smooth, but choppy like a steak knife.]

I should cut your dick off.

[He cut and tore away Talib's clothing, pressing the knife's pointed end against his chest, dragging it down without a touch of delicacy.]

But not just yet~ [Purrr.] I don't want you to bleed to death so soon.

[otaku_mk_ii]

[And here would be an Otacon, wandering the halls on his way to a kitchen.]

[breakuliquid]

[And this would be Talib, furious, insane, and bandaged from his last encounter with that fucking Kitten, catching sight of that Otacon's back.]

[It takes half of a second for the torturer's hand to roughly grab a fistful of that gray hair and slam the man's face into the wall. He doesn't even remember drawing the knife he holds to Otacon's back.]

Hal Emmerich~ hehehe...You'll do...

[otaku_mk_ii]

Wh--?!

[His glasses cracked as he struck the wall, seeing stars for a moment or two from the impact.]

T-T-Talib...?!

[breakuliquid]

[He laughs quietly and slams the head into the wall again.]

That Liquid Snake and I...We had a deal...No one attacks my son to get to me and I leave civilians out of my hunt!

[He begins shoving the man forward, towards a safe room. The door unlocks easily and he shoves his captive inside. Stepping in after him, Talib closes the door and locks it with another low laugh.]

Do you know what happened today, Hal Emmerich?

IT RESUMES

[ysobritish]

[Continuing on from this.]

[Liquid's boots echoed on the cold floor as he led the way back into the room where Talib had been left, blindfolded and gagged. His pace wasn't quite as steady as usual - with the lack of activity that Miller had prescribed, his leg was rather stiff - but he refused to allow that to hinder him. He paused only to affectionately pat the nose of the dinosaur before heading into the room. Whirling the chair around, so that Talib could not be distracted by it, he glanced over at the other man.]

Good morning, Talib.

[fancy_shooting]

[Ocelot was close behind, not wanting to lag too far and be caught alone with the dinosaur. He spun a revolver: a habit he slacked on ever since his wrist had been broken by Volginkov, but had been starting to get back into more lately.]

[He took a position a few feet away, letting Liquid start the show.]

[breakuliquid]

[Talib coughs a bit as the gag is removed and raises his head to "look" in the direction he hears Liquid's voice coming from. The sound of the revolver spinning was noted as well. He'd been able to sleep, but the hard chair aggravated the wounds from his rape and Solid Snake's violent sex.]

Is it morning, Liquid Snake? Time flies, I suppose. How many days has it been?

[He wants a cigarette.]

[ysobritish]

[The back of his hand struck Talib sharply across the face.]

It doesn't matter how long it's been now, does it?

[Liquid's voice was dry and sarcastic. He lifted a hand to rest over the bandage covering Talib's eyes, smoothing it down in an oddly gentle gesture. The scent of the dried blood was still there, only noticable when you got close.]

Ocelot, you know more about these things than I do. Do you think he's waited enough?

[halfnakedsnake]

(( Continued from here~))

[Liquid's breath seizes in his throat. The gentle intimate touch disturbs him more than the painful ones, earning shivers along his tanned back.]

What the hell are you doing?!

[breakuliquid]

/I am inspecting my property...Tell me Liquid Snake, how many men have had you?/

[He fishes a few things from his vest pocket and lights up a cigarette. He returns his hands to their teasing touches. One hand dips under to tease Liquid's sac as he speaks.]

[halfnakedsnake]

[His body jerks violently at the new touch, hitting his thighs against Talib. His bound hands at his back grasp the air frenziedly.]

/Get off off me! Now!/

[breakuliquid]

[Talib grips him tightly in warning.]

/Do not try to give me orders, my little pet!/

[He uncaps a tube of lubrication with his teeth and slicks his fingers. They press into Liquid slightly.]

/Answer my question, pet./