Hold you down and tear you open, live inside you--

[tentacletrainer]

Characters: Pokemon trainer Rose Lalonde and You! (guest starring John’s corpse)
Setting: February 16th; The torture chamber, floors 60 and up, the workshop
Format: Starting in prose, will follow
Summary: The Howl tape John and Rose listened to on their Valentine’s date reaches its final pitch, causing Rose to attempt to horde John himself...in pieces.
Warnings: Torture, dismemberment, decapitation, general gore, and character death

Still unable to help making suggestive comments even two days later, John had of course been unable to resist sneaking in a comment or two about BDSM and ~love dungeons~ as Rose lead him across floor 59. Said comments only got worse as she pulled off his shirt and laid him down flat on the nearest rack. Though...actually fastening him to said rack kind of made those stop as John came to the realization that maybe, just maybe, Rose wasn’t entirely playing around here.

Once she was satisfied with how he was restrained - for now - she moved to the bag she had brought along with her. She did a little digging, a few of both her own and John’s possessions spilling out, before she finally found what it was she was searching for...a kitchen knife, stolen from the cafeteria while John was busy hitting on people other than her. Making no move to hide the weapon, she turns back around to face her fiance, with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face.

There’s no explanation as she approaches him and brings the knife close to his skin. Instead, she begins humming what is surely a familiar tune to John: Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata.” There is also no hesitation as she makes the first incision, working the knife down the length of his sternum despite his screams of protest. Struggle though he might, however, he’s not going anywhere anytime soon. The next cut is made across the bottom of his rib cage, from left to right, and a third, identical cut follows it across the top. Once that’s complete, the skin and muscle need to be pulled away from ribcage and that’s with the knife as well, the tip being slipped under one of the corners and used to push, scrape and pull it away. There are tears by now, and more than just a couple of screams for help from John.

As soon as the first side is complete, Rose finally pauses and seems to almost admire her handiwork. Still humming, she leans down and presses a few kisses to his cheek. “John, shhh,” she begins, running a hand through his hair, “relax. Everything is going to be fine.” She sets the knife down now, crossing the room toward a selection of weapons leaning against a far wall. It doesn’t take her long before she returns, brandishing an axe in her hands.

“Everything is going to be perfect from now on.” With that, the axe is raised above her head and with a single, downward swing, she effectively silences the boy for good.

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Rose remains in the room for a couple of hours, slipping John's shirt over her own and perching his glasses atop her head before further dismembering her lover's corpse. After he is in enough pieces to please her and every one is lovingly marked by a heart carved into the skin and "Rose+John" carve inside of those, they are carefully placed in a large plastic bag that she brought with her. You can likely run into her on her way to her dormitory to stash the body (in her trunk) with a bloody, smelly bag being dragged along beside her in one hand and her boyfriend's head under the other arm, absolutely covered in blood and seemingly happy as can be.

Or, perhaps, you find her later in the workshop. What is she doing there?

Trying to figure out how to turn a human heart into a necklace. John's head is sitting neatly on the table she's working at, and she may or may not be trying to hold a conversation with him. Not that he's a very good conversationalist right now.

Now, the question is: Do you really wish to approach her?

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The Torture Chamber

[true_noir]

There was a sound as the girl began working on her love's body, dicing him into smaller, more portable pieces. She was not entirely alone at this point. A figure stood on the edges of vision, one hand resting on top of a work-bench, eyes fixated on the girl with a curious look.

Her other hand was out of sight, behind her back and within the cloak she wore. It was without question that this one was ... a little insane right now. If she turned on Chloe, she would have preferred to be ready, just in case.

For now, though, she watched Rose in the midst of her handiwork, silent as the grave that John seemed have earned himself prematurely.

[tentacletrainer]

It wasn't that Rose wasn't aware of the girl, but for the time being more important things mattered. Marking each of the pieces, laying them carefully and as if they were cherished family heirlooms to the side, she had no time to pay attention to other people. As long as they weren't interfering, she wasn't going to complain. But eventually the silence began to get to her.

"If you're going to stand there, you could at least offer conversation."

[true_noir]

"Mmmm," she said, lifting an article from one of the tables. It looked a bit like a pear with a small ring on the short end, made of segmented plates. She turned it in her hands while she walked into what she saw as a much more conversational range. She leaned against a table and watched the young girl in curiosity.

"I wasn't sure if I was interrupting a private moment in speaking," she purred, eyes focused on the motion of those hands. "Tell me... where did you learn to make a cut like that?"

[tentacletrainer]

"Hardly, though I do appreciate the thought." Finally the blonde pauses in her work, sitting back to rub at her forehead a little. There's no care paid to the fact that blood is going to smear wherever she puts her hand. Glancing up to see who exactly she's talking to, she eyes the object in her hands for a moment before answer.

"Morbid curiosity I suppose. I've read my fair share of books dealing with anatomy, autopsies, cannibalism...you pick things up. Though this is my first time actually practicing any of if." Looking back down at the body, she kind of smiles. She's doing pretty good, isn't she?

[true_noir]

She is. It isn't perfect, but it is clean. Chloe took a step forward to eye it curiously. Morbidity wouldn't have bothered her in life, not in death, not on that creepy, twisted, perverse island she'd found herself in after death. She'd fallen in love the first time watching her obsession gun down their own future love's family as a child. Here? she took John's fate with almost comical ease while her thumb ran over the object and she drew near.

If anything, it excited her a little to see another young psycho in the making.

She walked towards the other side of the table and looked John, or rather what was left of him, over. "You have done a good job butchering. I was curious... did you want to make him suffer slowly, or was this meant to be clean? I... know ways to make it take longer to die."

No, there wasn't anything demented or just 'wrong' about this whole talk at all.

[tentacletrainer]

Not at all. Looking back up at Chloe, she shook her head a little. "I just want him for myself. And this is the easiest way to accomplish that." Gesturing to the parts beside her, she puts her knife down for now. "Like this, he can't give himself away, and no one can take him from me. He's all mine and there's nothing anyone can do about it now." She is pleased as punch with this solution to her problem.

Though, she would need a lot more tutoring and influence to truly become anything like a psycho. Sure, she may have the right mindset sometimes, but this isn't anything she'd ever dream of doing under normal circumstances. Not that she's even aware that these aren't normal circumstances right now. She would need someone to take her under their wing.

[true_noir]

Chloe, unafflicted by those tapes and unaware of the unnaturalness of the situation nevertheless imagined that this might be a little... out of norm. It didn't matter. The words made her smile a cruel, twisted and enthralled sort of smile.

"Such devotion," she whispered, setting the toy down on the table and resting her hand over it. "That... I can promise I understand. I can even remember feeling just the same way once or twice. You're right. Nobody can take him away from you... I'm even a little jealous of him. To be possessed and desired so."

[tentacletrainer]

Her own smile takes on a fonder feeling as she looks over what's left of John. "He's the most precious thing in the world to me." But that last comment has her thinking and curious. "I wonder if he would ever do this for me?" Rubbing her chin a little in thought, she picks her knife back up and starts working on a leg.

"I'm sure you will find someone if you're patient. Though having someone you can call your own is an absolutely wonderful feeling too."

[true_noir]

"I already have... but it is complicated, and always will be for me," she said softly. "But now you have me wondering if you would wish for him to do the same thing for you. Perhaps to be entombed forever in each other's arms, embalmed and wrapped in eternal beauty together."

She chuckled at the thought. The girl wasn't quite that far gone, or was she? It didn't really matter. She tapped the toy beside her. "The next time you two speak, though... you should definitely talk to him about sharing toys like these with you more often. It is so rare to find people willing..."

She highly doubted he'd been willing when they began, from the look on his lifeless face.

[tentacletrainer]

"I think I would like that. I think I would like this. The idea of him hoarding my body in such a selfish way..." Ah, that toy. She'd been wondering about that, but hadn't really found a place to ask. Now it was basically on the table.

"Do you know what that is exactly? I've been curious since you brought it over. As for sharing such things with him, I hadn't thought of that yet but it certainly isn't a poor idea." There's a slightly shiver of anticipation that slides down her spine at the thought.

[true_noir]

The tape hadn't touched her, but she could feel a faint urge. Was this room whispering ideas to her as she heard the girl say that? She shook her head and focused on the other topic. It wasn't much better... but it wasn't much worse either.

"The Pear of Anguish," she said in a playful manner, her lips quirked in an odd fashion. "The tales of the Spanish Inquisition are so frought with the most filthy and degraded of things that I often wondered about their truth. Sometimes, I think these toys were the inventions of sick minds' fascinations."

She lifted it and held the interlocking plates to see. it barely looked like a fruit, but a twist of the ring at its base showed a screw inside that, when turned, caused the plates to begin spiralling and opening outwards slowly. "There are... well, quite a few sick toys besides the Maiden here, if you know how to use them... though I don't suggest this for anyone you actually like."

[tentacletrainer]

She watches as the girl demonstrates how the tool works, and...yeah. She's not sure she'd want to use that on anyone she knows...

...okay well. Maybe Eridan.

"I noticed, though I hadn't actually investigated any of them yet. This is the first time I've actually bothered stopping in this room, and obviously I had a purpose. I didn't really have time to look."

[true_noir]

"Something that you didn't dare take time with, lest he lose his nerve?" she said, taking the toy and setting it to the said before motioning to the room. "I definitely could see that. You wouldn't want there to come a misunderstanding or a loss of nerve when all that you want to be is closer..."

She purred and there was a little color in her cheeks as she ran her fingers through the back of her hand, thinking of Larxene, of Kirika. "You remind me a little of myself," she whispered. Admittedly, she'd wanted both of them alive, but she'd let Larxene do such cruel things to her...

"Perhaps I could give you a tour one day. Today if you've the time, or later."

Workshop

[turntechtrainer]

Ever since running into John at one point two days ago, Dave has been keeping an eye on the tower at large. He hasn't seen his sister or John today and yeah it's a big tower.

But something it all bothered him.

At first he starts to relax when he hears Rose's voice coming from the workshop. Until the coppery scent of blood followed by--a stench he's only gotten a whiff of once--the smell of decay. Human bodies smell terrible when they've been dead for a few hours. It's not unbearable but, it sends his mind terrible places and he carefully steps into the shop with a wary glance around.

His eyes settle on the severed head of his best friend and everything he could have said...dies in his throat. "...John?"

[tentacletrainer]

Rose hadn't even noticed her brother enter, but when he speaks she jumps a little. She wasn't expecting a visitor! Turning around, a smile instantly finds her face. In her hands is a human heart and she's keeping it pretty close. "Hello Dave! What brings you down here?"

This is all completely normal, whatever are you talking about?

[turntechtrainer]

When Rose had went Grimdark, he'd thought that would be the worse thing he'd ever see her do. It hadn't been rage or vengeance that had fueled her then but something older, with a heavier name.

Wrath.

This is different and unsettling in a whole new way. Dave's hands go slack at his sides as he tries to piece together what made his sister go Gamzee on his best friend. John had been taken over by something that had seemed harmless. Did it eventually go sour in you? "I hadn't heard from you two in a while," He says while pointedly looking only at Rose's face.

Not at the lifeless human heart in her hands that she's clutching onto like its a precious diamond. Or at the horrified look on John's face. He hadn't died well. Dave has seen enough death to know exactly what it looks like when you end in a bad way.

"So I came looking for you." What the fuck is wrong and why aren't you fighting it??

[tentacletrainer]

"Well I certainly appreciate the sentiment! It seems you were successful." There are potentially a lot of things wrong with her at the moment, but unfortunately none that she could fight so easily. At least, however, the effects wouldn't extend to anyone else. John would be her only prey.

"Come sit down with me. Perhaps you could assist me in this little hurdle I've come across?" There's a chair beside her that she indicates is open, pulling it out and wiggling it a little, as enticingly as possible. Come on brother dear. You totally want to come sit with your sister.

[turntechtrainer]

"What little hurdle?" His voice is oddly flat, even for him. Jesus H dick no one warned him how bad things could get here. To be fair, it's not like they could predict it. Dave walks over and slowly sits down in the chair. He's consciously aware he put himself in the path of Rose's possible anger.

What the hell can he say? What do you say when your sister flips off the deep end. Again??

[tentacletrainer]

If Rose notices the flat tone, she doesn't show it. Instead, she shows something else, holding the heart up for Dave to see. "I'm trying to figure out how I can turn this into a necklace. Running a rope or chain through the organ wouldn't work, I don't think. What if it tore through the top and the heart dropped to the floor?" Rose looks absolutely puzzled by this.

"It would be a lot easier if we had an alchemiter here."

[turntechtrainer]

"Uh." What does he say to that? I'm sorry sis, you're batfuck?? Dave stares at her and remembers with cold clarity...

John isn't from when he goes Godtier.

Wow. It could be a good thing. What if he revived in the middle of her...

Dave doubles over with his hand on his mouth and it takes an effort of will not to hurl. "...Doesn't all of this seem a little wrong?"