"Your mind always does worse things than people can show in a movie. "

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CONSIDER THIS TO BE THE ELECTRONIC VERSION OF TALIB'S LITTLE BLACK RAEP BOOK!

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Want a character to die? Be raped? Be tortured? All of the above, possibly to Talib?

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[Following This.]

[Talib groans and wakes to find himself apparently alone in a dark room, tied hand and foot to a sturdy chair. He growls and strains at his bonds, aggravating the wound in his shoulder.]

Ocelot!

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[Theres a soft purring resonating through the room, and the crackle and spark of electricity is not far behind.]

Talib. [Ocelot gently hook a collar around Talib's neck before pulling back on it roughly, choking him.]

Hahaha...did you really believe that bullshit?! [He hit him in the face with the butt of his knife.]

Stupid!

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[He gags, struggling to speak through the pressure on his throat and the blood pouring from his nose.]

What can...I say? You...were a good fuck...real tight...

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[Ocelot growled, pulling tighter and then releasing him. His footsteps could be heard pacing throughout the room. Off in the corner the clanging of metal being moved about on wood.]

[He came back over, wielding a much more gritty knife--not sharp and smooth, but choppy like a steak knife.]

I should cut your dick off.

[He cut and tore away Talib's clothing, pressing the knife's pointed end against his chest, dragging it down without a touch of delicacy.]

But not just yet~ [Purrr.] I don't want you to bleed to death so soon.

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[Talib sneers and grits his teeth as he is cut. His struggles have found a weak point in the knot tying his hands. He works at it carefully, using his words to distract his captor.]

So you intend to practice on me, animal? Hopefully you'll be more entertaining than the last idiots who decided to torture me.

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[He grabbed Talib's mouth, squeezing it. Dropping the larger knife, Ocelot reached into his holster to pull out his stunknife.]

Shut up or I'll cut your tongue out.

[He smiled, pressing the knife just past Talib's lips, parallel, slicing the skin on either side.]

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[Talib glares at him wrathfully. He can feel the rope give a little more.]

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[Purrrr.]

[Ocelot ran the knife deep into Talib's flesh as he cut across his chest, turning the electrical current on as he did. Heh, reminded him of Volgin a bit.]

Truly...torture is the most honest form of expression. It's like art.

[He mused for a moment in thought, the current still on, though it wasn't buried in the other man's flesh, so he didn't worry about it making him pass out again.]

It's nothing like what you do. Fetishistic murder, or close enough to be so. No professionalism, when you rape your victims, you enjoy it too much. Is it because nobody is willing to give it to you under normal circumstance~? Certainly not when they know what sort of monster you are.

[He stabbed him again where he had before, twisting and turning the knife, thumb flicking the current on and off sporadically to make sure he wouldn't pass out.]

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[Talib does his best to remain silent; grunts of pain, the hum of electricity, and Ocelot's voice all echo strangely in the dark room. The bonds slacken just the littlest bit more...He tries to distract and enrage the man further, hoping he'll make a mistake.]

Do you really think I bother to raped every one of my subjects? You should be honored; I reserve that brand of injury for the most difficult soldiers!

[He smirks.]

And there is an Ivan Raikov who is quite willing to be bedded by myself...Pretty young thing; hardly more than a child, but it's cute to hear him beg me to fuck him in that broken English of his...

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Rape is cheap.

[Ocelot growls, carving into the other man's chest two sides of a rectangle, sticking the blade underneath and cutting up the skin.]

Hey, does this seem familiar? [He chuckled, pulling up the skin.]

...[He stopped, however briefly, at the mention of an Ivan.]

/Ivan never knows what's good for him...fool./

[He tore at the skin, ripping it up.]

You're disgusting, taking advantage of an idiot. Ivan will leave you soon enough when he finds out. If he's that young he's probably even stupider than the one I know.

[He dug his nails into the new wound, scratching at it.]

/I want to hear you scream like I did./

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Yeah, what's the matter, can't come up with your own ideas?

[It burned. It burned and hurt and Talib was laughing. Laughing because the entire situation was ridiculous, laughing because It felt good to laugh. Laughing because the rope binding his hands had finally slipped to the floor and he was lunging at Ocelot, headbutting him and grabbing the wrist holding the knife.]

[He smiles at the other man's startled reaction before kicking at his legs.]

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[Ocelot was more than startled, he was outraged, maybe even a bit terrified--his hand was still injured, after all, he could only stand so well in a fight with it. Luckily, Talib's feet were still bound.]

/SHIT!/

[The headbutt threw him off only a moment, and he jerked his hand, trying to break from Talib's grasp. His free hand went for the man's cut up chest, digging into it. If he caused him enough pain, he wouldn't be able to keep his hold, and even with his injured wrist and fingers he could manage.]

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[Talib hisses in pain, releasing his grip on the hand holding the knife to grab the wrist of the one clawing him and jerking it harshly, trying to re-break the healing bone. His other hand was curled into a fist and flying at Ocelot's stomach.]

[He doesn't stop laughing.]

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[Ocelot nearly screamed, but bit it back as he felt his bones falling back into old fractures and breaks. Unsteadily, and with as much force he could muster under the circumstances Ocelot jammed the knife in Talib's side, turning on the current; of course, he was still protected because of the rubber...as long as Talib didn't touch his face.]

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[There's a shout as the electricity courses through him and he releases Ocelot completely to fall to his knees, tugging at the blade as he convulses.]

Beast...I will kill you for this!

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[Ocelot scrambles away as he's released, kicking Talib in the head, his spurs undoubtedly cutting his face. Once he's distracted by that, he grabs the knife, shoving it in his holster and pulling out a new, unused revolver. There was distance between them now.]

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[If he shoots him, an easy headshot, he'll come back as a ghost and possess him. If he doesn't...he's going to come after him anyway. Ocelot kept his aim as steady as he could, rifling through the mental options.]

[Maybe...this was a bad idea. Poorly planned on his part, another stupid mistake. Outside Ocelot growled in frustration, but inside he merely whimpered.]