Tuesday morning, sewers of Fandom
[Continued from here. WARNING! WARNING! MAJOR POTENTIAL SQUICKY STUFF TO FOLLOW!].
Normally Angelus didn't like to linger in sewers. He wasn't Angel for Christ's sake. But he wanted to have fun and he didn't want to be interrupted. So he hauled the unconscious Claire down to a spot he'd set up in advance. After all, if you wanted something done right, prep the torture tools before you start.
He secured Claire to a table using rope around her wrists and ankles. Then he leaned against the table and waited for her to wake up.
He may have also admired how big the Fandom sewer system could be.
Claire wasn't unconscious for long. Soon after being tied up she started coughing and her eyes opened, only to be greeted by the dark stone above her
With virtually none of the usual time needed for someone to wake up, she tugged on her bonds, gasping with the effort.
"So here's what I'm wondering," Angelus said, casual enough that it was as though he were ignoring her attempts to escape. Which - well, yes. "How does that nifty little power of yours work, Clairey?"
It wasn't the sound of his voice that made her freeze: she would have fought through that. It was the talk of her power. It had gotten her into trouble again.
But Claire hesitated only briefly before tugging hard again.
"What power?" she asked, feigning confusion. Badly.
"Charm," Angelus said. He ran a single fingertip along the inside of Claire's right arm, starting at her wrist and slowly moving up towards her neck. "Charisma. Fairly okay breasts even though they're a bit small for my tastes. And, oh yeah - " he scratched a fingernail down her collerbone, just hard enough to raise a red mark " - healing."
Claire squirmed away from his finger as far as the ropes would allow, not bothering to hide a shudder.
She hardly even felt the scratch along her collarbone, as quickly as the resulting mark faded.
"How should I know how they work?"
"Never had anybody try them out?" Angelus asked. "Farthest you've ever gone is that papercut? Never gone horseback riding just a little too long?"
Well, she wasn't about to admit to him that she's jumped off a water tower and driven a steel rod through her chest, anyway.
"What's horseback riding got to do with anything?"
It's possible she wasn't thinking clearly right now.
"Wow," Angelus said, with sympathy. "Fundamentalist, huh? We'll fix that later."
Claire paused as she finally understood, then scowled in disgust.
"Oh, you're sick."
Being kidnapped and tied to a table hadn't been enough for her to realise this.
"I prefer 'creative' or even 'misunderstood' but yours works too." Angelus ran his hand down the center of Claire's chest, stopping when he got to her stomach. "You know, I've gotta say: blonde, healing, cheerleader - this is like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. I'm so jazzed up I hardly know where to begin."
Then, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of thin air, Angelus flicked his hand and a knife appeared. "Lucky for the both of us, sharp is always an option."
Claire's eyes flicked onto the knife, but with no great reaction. Soon after, they were rolling.
"Blonde cheerleaders? You couldn't get a more original fetish?"
It's easy not to be afriad when you can't get hurt.
"Well nuns are also a fav but somebody didn't grow up Catholic." Angelus made a tsking sound, as though Claire should try harder next time. He moved the tip of the knife along Claire's chest, traveling it along the path where she was more likely to be sensitive - including drawing circles around her breasts.
"How terrible of me," Claire said, while she completely failed at not writhing under the path of the knife.
"Guess you'll have to keep looking."
Her voice was hoarse, though. She was really trying not to be scared.
"Aw, don't worry," Angelus told her. He brought the knife right up to her sternum, then began to press in until blood beaded up around the blade. "I'm told I bring out the best in people."
Cutting was actually something Claire could deal with better than the tickling. She stilled and scowled up at him.
And pulled again on the bonds on her wrists.
Angelus moved the knife downward, continuing to draw blood as he went. Without looking in the direction of her bonds, he told her, almost perkily, "It'd be a mistake to think I won't slam a few knives in to hold you in place."
As Angelus extended the cut, it healed from the top down, so that he simply ended up drawing a moving line of red down her sternum.
She scowled at him. "So what? You're just going to watch me heal? Do you realise how lame that is?"
"It's only lame if your imagination is limited," Angelus said. Still watching what her body did, he slowly sank the knife into her abdomen. "See me? Not so much."
Claire gasped faintly when the knife broke in, which turned into a choke as it plunged deeper into her stomach.
With the knife in the way there was no healing, and when he back arched in pain, it just moove up the blade, forcing the wound deeper.
Angelus made a low, pleased sound. He pulled the knife up her chest, cutting deep until he hit bone.
Claire bit her lip to stop from actually crying out. She tasted blood, but the skin of her mouth healed back everytime she let go.
Meanwhile the wound in her stomach was healing more slowly from the outside; a consequence of her internal organs having to join up until her skin could follow suit.
"See, normally when I do this there's the usual," Angelus said, watching her squirm. "Whining, tears, begging, then the inevitable death before the real fun can start."
Angelus pulled the knife up, then began to cut through the skin over the middle of Claire's ribcage. "But I have this tingly sensation that you've got more endurance than most."
Claire had to lift her head from the table long enough to swallow the blood and saliva mix before snarking back at him.
"What makes you think that?"
Her chest was still healing as fast as he was cutting.
"Call it a hunch," Angelus said. He watched her heal. "Tell me, Claire, ever had one of your organs pulled out of your chest?"
That time there was a real reaction. No matter how Claire tried to pretend she wasn't scared, she still couldn't stop herself inhaling sharply.
Pulling again on the ropes she noticed a little bit more give.Possibly the cold sweat she'd borken into was giving her lubricant.
"Yes? No?" Angelus yanked the knife out of her chest and pressed it against her cheek. "Had a jaw ripped off, maybe?"
Claire yanked at the bonds again, but in the end, shook her head faintly, trying not to get into the knife into her cheek.
"No," she managed.
"I get to be your first?" Angelus asked. He moved the knife down to her neck. "I'm flattered. But don't worry, Clairey. I'm an old fashioned kind of guy. I believe in foreplay. Question is - " he lifted the knife and twirled it like a baton. "Top or bottom? And since the horse thing blew way past you what I'm asking about here is fingers or toes."
Claire glared at him. Mostly because it was all she could do.
"Really, could you get a more disgusting hobby?"
"I could be a Manilow fan," Angelus said, without needing a second to think about it.
...
"OK, good point."
"Atta girl," Angelus said. He patted her on the stomach with his free hand. "Hey - keep not pissing me off and maybe later we can make this as fun for you as it is for me."
"Gross," Claire tells him firmly.
"Do you want to get back to torturing me before I throw up?"
"If I'm boring you we could start with me jamming this right in your eye," Angelus pointed out.
Claire glared at him, clamping her teeth together to stop her chin from trembling. But otherwise she said nothing.
"Something else maybe?" Angelus asked. "Book? Music? Me switching over to items that run on batteries?"
As long as it's not Mannilow.
Claire opened her mouth to snark right back at him, only to find her mouth unbearably dry, in stark contrast to the bile in her throat.
Her leg twitched sharply at the knee, the rope cutting into her ankle.
"You're right," Angelus said. "There should be follow-through. Wouldn't want you thinking I'm the kind of guy who can't seal the deal. So whaddya think? Flip a coin? Do eenie-meenie-miny-moe? Or maybe I'll just close my eyes and toss the knife at you. There's an element of surprise in cutting where ever it lands. Though that could get boring quick if it's right in your windpipe."
"Just get on with it."
She'd intended for it to come out bored and dismissed. Instead it was far more scared and pleading than she wanted.
"A girl who knows what she wants," Angelus said. He patted her cheek. "Just how I like 'em. Now hold still - or don't. Really my end goal here is to find out how many notes I can make you scream. Cutting off bodyparts is just the sexy icing on the cake."
She winced the patting, disgusted, angry amd scared, but turned back enough to spit in his face.
"Save the flirting for later," he told her. He wiped the spit off with the back of his hand, then moved to take her right hand in his own. He tapped her fingers with the knife - as if silently doing the eeny-meeny that he'd mentioned earlier - then suddenly sliced off her middle finger right down at the knuckle.
Claire cried out involuntarily in fear and pain, but mostly shock, and closed her eyes against sudden tears.
After the initial shock, however, she turned her head to the side, flexing her fingers up, and watched as the exposed finger grew up: first bone, then blood and muscle before skin and even the nail grew back.
"Oh, no way!"
All distress was momentarily forgotten in the awesomeness that was growing back a finger.
Admittedly? Angelus was so right there with her. "Okay that is cool."
Claire stared at her finger a little more, wriggling it for effect.
Peter was not going to believe this.
"That's so messed up."
"Clearly we're going to have to kick this up a notch," Angelus said. He pushed himself away from the table with an almost manic energy. "One bone saw coming up!"
Bone saw?
Claire forgot all the excitement in a flash, and found herself unable to swallow down the sudden lump in her throat.
Bone saw?
She inhaled steadily, trying her best not to cry.
It was going to be a long day.
[Continued here. NFB, NFI, OOC-AOK]
[Preplayed with savedfornow]
Normally Angelus didn't like to linger in sewers. He wasn't Angel for Christ's sake. But he wanted to have fun and he didn't want to be interrupted. So he hauled the unconscious Claire down to a spot he'd set up in advance. After all, if you wanted something done right, prep the torture tools before you start.
He secured Claire to a table using rope around her wrists and ankles. Then he leaned against the table and waited for her to wake up.
He may have also admired how big the Fandom sewer system could be.
Claire wasn't unconscious for long. Soon after being tied up she started coughing and her eyes opened, only to be greeted by the dark stone above her
With virtually none of the usual time needed for someone to wake up, she tugged on her bonds, gasping with the effort.
"So here's what I'm wondering," Angelus said, casual enough that it was as though he were ignoring her attempts to escape. Which - well, yes. "How does that nifty little power of yours work, Clairey?"
It wasn't the sound of his voice that made her freeze: she would have fought through that. It was the talk of her power. It had gotten her into trouble again.
But Claire hesitated only briefly before tugging hard again.
"What power?" she asked, feigning confusion. Badly.
"Charm," Angelus said. He ran a single fingertip along the inside of Claire's right arm, starting at her wrist and slowly moving up towards her neck. "Charisma. Fairly okay breasts even though they're a bit small for my tastes. And, oh yeah - " he scratched a fingernail down her collerbone, just hard enough to raise a red mark " - healing."
Claire squirmed away from his finger as far as the ropes would allow, not bothering to hide a shudder.
She hardly even felt the scratch along her collarbone, as quickly as the resulting mark faded.
"How should I know how they work?"
"Never had anybody try them out?" Angelus asked. "Farthest you've ever gone is that papercut? Never gone horseback riding just a little too long?"
Well, she wasn't about to admit to him that she's jumped off a water tower and driven a steel rod through her chest, anyway.
"What's horseback riding got to do with anything?"
It's possible she wasn't thinking clearly right now.
"Wow," Angelus said, with sympathy. "Fundamentalist, huh? We'll fix that later."
Claire paused as she finally understood, then scowled in disgust.
"Oh, you're sick."
Being kidnapped and tied to a table hadn't been enough for her to realise this.
"I prefer 'creative' or even 'misunderstood' but yours works too." Angelus ran his hand down the center of Claire's chest, stopping when he got to her stomach. "You know, I've gotta say: blonde, healing, cheerleader - this is like Christmas and my birthday all rolled into one. I'm so jazzed up I hardly know where to begin."
Then, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of thin air, Angelus flicked his hand and a knife appeared. "Lucky for the both of us, sharp is always an option."
Claire's eyes flicked onto the knife, but with no great reaction. Soon after, they were rolling.
"Blonde cheerleaders? You couldn't get a more original fetish?"
It's easy not to be afriad when you can't get hurt.
"Well nuns are also a fav but somebody didn't grow up Catholic." Angelus made a tsking sound, as though Claire should try harder next time. He moved the tip of the knife along Claire's chest, traveling it along the path where she was more likely to be sensitive - including drawing circles around her breasts.
"How terrible of me," Claire said, while she completely failed at not writhing under the path of the knife.
"Guess you'll have to keep looking."
Her voice was hoarse, though. She was really trying not to be scared.
"Aw, don't worry," Angelus told her. He brought the knife right up to her sternum, then began to press in until blood beaded up around the blade. "I'm told I bring out the best in people."
Cutting was actually something Claire could deal with better than the tickling. She stilled and scowled up at him.
And pulled again on the bonds on her wrists.
Angelus moved the knife downward, continuing to draw blood as he went. Without looking in the direction of her bonds, he told her, almost perkily, "It'd be a mistake to think I won't slam a few knives in to hold you in place."
As Angelus extended the cut, it healed from the top down, so that he simply ended up drawing a moving line of red down her sternum.
She scowled at him. "So what? You're just going to watch me heal? Do you realise how lame that is?"
"It's only lame if your imagination is limited," Angelus said. Still watching what her body did, he slowly sank the knife into her abdomen. "See me? Not so much."
Claire gasped faintly when the knife broke in, which turned into a choke as it plunged deeper into her stomach.
With the knife in the way there was no healing, and when he back arched in pain, it just moove up the blade, forcing the wound deeper.
Angelus made a low, pleased sound. He pulled the knife up her chest, cutting deep until he hit bone.
Claire bit her lip to stop from actually crying out. She tasted blood, but the skin of her mouth healed back everytime she let go.
Meanwhile the wound in her stomach was healing more slowly from the outside; a consequence of her internal organs having to join up until her skin could follow suit.
"See, normally when I do this there's the usual," Angelus said, watching her squirm. "Whining, tears, begging, then the inevitable death before the real fun can start."
Angelus pulled the knife up, then began to cut through the skin over the middle of Claire's ribcage. "But I have this tingly sensation that you've got more endurance than most."
Claire had to lift her head from the table long enough to swallow the blood and saliva mix before snarking back at him.
"What makes you think that?"
Her chest was still healing as fast as he was cutting.
"Call it a hunch," Angelus said. He watched her heal. "Tell me, Claire, ever had one of your organs pulled out of your chest?"
That time there was a real reaction. No matter how Claire tried to pretend she wasn't scared, she still couldn't stop herself inhaling sharply.
Pulling again on the ropes she noticed a little bit more give.Possibly the cold sweat she'd borken into was giving her lubricant.
"Yes? No?" Angelus yanked the knife out of her chest and pressed it against her cheek. "Had a jaw ripped off, maybe?"
Claire yanked at the bonds again, but in the end, shook her head faintly, trying not to get into the knife into her cheek.
"No," she managed.
"I get to be your first?" Angelus asked. He moved the knife down to her neck. "I'm flattered. But don't worry, Clairey. I'm an old fashioned kind of guy. I believe in foreplay. Question is - " he lifted the knife and twirled it like a baton. "Top or bottom? And since the horse thing blew way past you what I'm asking about here is fingers or toes."
Claire glared at him. Mostly because it was all she could do.
"Really, could you get a more disgusting hobby?"
"I could be a Manilow fan," Angelus said, without needing a second to think about it.
...
"OK, good point."
"Atta girl," Angelus said. He patted her on the stomach with his free hand. "Hey - keep not pissing me off and maybe later we can make this as fun for you as it is for me."
"Gross," Claire tells him firmly.
"Do you want to get back to torturing me before I throw up?"
"If I'm boring you we could start with me jamming this right in your eye," Angelus pointed out.
Claire glared at him, clamping her teeth together to stop her chin from trembling. But otherwise she said nothing.
"Something else maybe?" Angelus asked. "Book? Music? Me switching over to items that run on batteries?"
As long as it's not Mannilow.
Claire opened her mouth to snark right back at him, only to find her mouth unbearably dry, in stark contrast to the bile in her throat.
Her leg twitched sharply at the knee, the rope cutting into her ankle.
"You're right," Angelus said. "There should be follow-through. Wouldn't want you thinking I'm the kind of guy who can't seal the deal. So whaddya think? Flip a coin? Do eenie-meenie-miny-moe? Or maybe I'll just close my eyes and toss the knife at you. There's an element of surprise in cutting where ever it lands. Though that could get boring quick if it's right in your windpipe."
"Just get on with it."
She'd intended for it to come out bored and dismissed. Instead it was far more scared and pleading than she wanted.
"A girl who knows what she wants," Angelus said. He patted her cheek. "Just how I like 'em. Now hold still - or don't. Really my end goal here is to find out how many notes I can make you scream. Cutting off bodyparts is just the sexy icing on the cake."
She winced the patting, disgusted, angry amd scared, but turned back enough to spit in his face.
"Save the flirting for later," he told her. He wiped the spit off with the back of his hand, then moved to take her right hand in his own. He tapped her fingers with the knife - as if silently doing the eeny-meeny that he'd mentioned earlier - then suddenly sliced off her middle finger right down at the knuckle.
Claire cried out involuntarily in fear and pain, but mostly shock, and closed her eyes against sudden tears.
After the initial shock, however, she turned her head to the side, flexing her fingers up, and watched as the exposed finger grew up: first bone, then blood and muscle before skin and even the nail grew back.
"Oh, no way!"
All distress was momentarily forgotten in the awesomeness that was growing back a finger.
Admittedly? Angelus was so right there with her. "Okay that is cool."
Claire stared at her finger a little more, wriggling it for effect.
Peter was not going to believe this.
"That's so messed up."
"Clearly we're going to have to kick this up a notch," Angelus said. He pushed himself away from the table with an almost manic energy. "One bone saw coming up!"
Bone saw?
Claire forgot all the excitement in a flash, and found herself unable to swallow down the sudden lump in her throat.
Bone saw?
She inhaled steadily, trying her best not to cry.
It was going to be a long day.
[Continued here. NFB, NFI, OOC-AOK]
[Preplayed with savedfornow]