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This thread is getting pretty intense, what with the torture and Anya joining the Trio and all. So if anyone's looking for a good read, then you can fine the whole thread here.
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I cringed when Warren sliced open Xander. I hate to admit it, because... i-it's a weakness, but I couldn't help it. I watched the edge of the scissor blade press against his skin, and then go deeper before cutting downwards to leave a bright red open wound across Xander's flesh. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself not to look away. I had to watch this. It was for my own good. I had to learn...
But Warren wasn't making it easy on me, or Xander for that matter. I watched with wide eyes as he used bandages to tape open the cut skin, keeping it from falling back together or trying to heal over. I felt like I was watching a squirrel in the path of speeding car, just as the tire began to crush it's tiny body. I was, to a certain degree, disconnected from feeling as much sympathy as someone else might in this situation, but I still couldn't help but stare and think "oh, that poor little thing".
And the blood... I'd seen blood before, in movies and when I bought it from the butcher shop for summoning spells, but never had I seen so much pouring out of a human body like that. With Katrina there had been blood, but I didn't see where it was coming from, I only felt it on my hands. This... I couldn't help but see not only the source, but deep inside it as well.
And then, Warren poured the alcohol into the wound, and I heard Xander screaming against the gag. I felt a stab of pain in my chest, and then my vision was blurring.
What? T-tears? No! No, I can't... I can't cry, no matter how scared I am! I can't let Warren see me like this! I've... I've gotta do something...
"Anya, Andrew. Come join me. You'll never know a pleasure like this. You don't want to miss out."
I faked fixing my hair for a moment, enough to let my wrist wipe away the tear that had spread across my right eye, before stepping forward.
"What can I do, Warren? I... I want to help."
I smiled, trying to be brave. Would Warren like that? Would he like that I was trying for him, or would he think I was weak for not really wanting to hurt Xander, the way that Warren wanted to. I wanted so badly to make him proud of me.
"Where do you think it would hurt the most? I heard somewhere that cutting the skin between each finger and toe hurt pretty bad..."
Let me get through this... let me get through this, and let me like it. I have to like it...
"Oh! A-and don't we have some acid down here? I know I at least have that Jathe'rak demon venom that burns away skin. I could get it if you want..."
This would make Warren happy, and making Warren happy makes me happy, so doing this should make me happy...
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I cringed when Warren sliced open Xander. I hate to admit it, because... i-it's a weakness, but I couldn't help it. I watched the edge of the scissor blade press against his skin, and then go deeper before cutting downwards to leave a bright red open wound across Xander's flesh. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself not to look away. I had to watch this. It was for my own good. I had to learn...
But Warren wasn't making it easy on me, or Xander for that matter. I watched with wide eyes as he used bandages to tape open the cut skin, keeping it from falling back together or trying to heal over. I felt like I was watching a squirrel in the path of speeding car, just as the tire began to crush it's tiny body. I was, to a certain degree, disconnected from feeling as much sympathy as someone else might in this situation, but I still couldn't help but stare and think "oh, that poor little thing".
And the blood... I'd seen blood before, in movies and when I bought it from the butcher shop for summoning spells, but never had I seen so much pouring out of a human body like that. With Katrina there had been blood, but I didn't see where it was coming from, I only felt it on my hands. This... I couldn't help but see not only the source, but deep inside it as well.
And then, Warren poured the alcohol into the wound, and I heard Xander screaming against the gag. I felt a stab of pain in my chest, and then my vision was blurring.
What? T-tears? No! No, I can't... I can't cry, no matter how scared I am! I can't let Warren see me like this! I've... I've gotta do something...
"Anya, Andrew. Come join me. You'll never know a pleasure like this. You don't want to miss out."
I faked fixing my hair for a moment, enough to let my wrist wipe away the tear that had spread across my right eye, before stepping forward.
"What can I do, Warren? I... I want to help."
I smiled, trying to be brave. Would Warren like that? Would he like that I was trying for him, or would he think I was weak for not really wanting to hurt Xander, the way that Warren wanted to. I wanted so badly to make him proud of me.
"Where do you think it would hurt the most? I heard somewhere that cutting the skin between each finger and toe hurt pretty bad..."
Let me get through this... let me get through this, and let me like it. I have to like it...
"Oh! A-and don't we have some acid down here? I know I at least have that Jathe'rak demon venom that burns away skin. I could get it if you want..."
This would make Warren happy, and making Warren happy makes me happy, so doing this should make me happy...