au_muses January topic Touch
The art of torture is knowing when to switch from torment to mercy. Pain can be coaxed into pleasure if you know how to listen to your victim. Amycus Carrow was a master of torture. He learned at a very early age how to listen to the sounds that people made when he touched them. Reading body language helps too, especially when you have someone stubborn who is determined to keep silent no matter what you do to them. Truth be told, silence isn't a turn on for Amycus. Yes, torture in itself is. Carrow believed if you were going to do a job, and do it well then you must savor it. You must find a way to find absolute pleasure in what you do because that is how you ensure it's done properly.
Making someone else's pain his pleasure was easy enough. He liked the smell of blood mingling with sweat and tears. The sound of someone screaming at the top of their lungs for their parents or loved one was delicious. It was even better when the pain drove them into such a frenzy that words couldn't be formed anymore. Just pure screams of anguish bouncing off walls as they waited, prayed, begged for mercy. He'd drop whatever instrument he had been using on them and use a soft touch to brush back sweaty hair and wipe away tears. He'd lean in close and whisper nonsense words of comfort into their ears, promising that an end was so close, all they had to do was give Amycus was he wanted.
There was more power in that soft touch than the violence he wielded with a firm hand at times. Because in that moment when he was stroking bruised and battered skin, they relaxed, and when you relax in front of a predator you are completely at their mercy.
If Amycus couldn't savor that victory then why would he continue with this line of work?
Making someone else's pain his pleasure was easy enough. He liked the smell of blood mingling with sweat and tears. The sound of someone screaming at the top of their lungs for their parents or loved one was delicious. It was even better when the pain drove them into such a frenzy that words couldn't be formed anymore. Just pure screams of anguish bouncing off walls as they waited, prayed, begged for mercy. He'd drop whatever instrument he had been using on them and use a soft touch to brush back sweaty hair and wipe away tears. He'd lean in close and whisper nonsense words of comfort into their ears, promising that an end was so close, all they had to do was give Amycus was he wanted.
There was more power in that soft touch than the violence he wielded with a firm hand at times. Because in that moment when he was stroking bruised and battered skin, they relaxed, and when you relax in front of a predator you are completely at their mercy.
If Amycus couldn't savor that victory then why would he continue with this line of work?