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towerofanimus2013-02-16 07:17 pm
tentacletrainer) wrote in towerofanimus2013-02-16 07:17 pm
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Hold you down and tear you open, live inside you--
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.
---
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?
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.
---
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 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."
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...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."
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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."