[RP] RUA: Paintball ftw.
[OOC: This is another torture thread. Scroll on by if'n you don't wanna read; is an account of what happens when someone with two guardians assents to being tortured for the greater good, and by "the greater good" we mean "science and sadism".]
They ambushed him maybe halfway through the game, almost directly after lunch break. A paintball gun to the back of the neck, even just being a paintball gun, was pretty good incentive to give up his own gun, though he did struggle a bit once they started to tie him up. Zip-ties hurt, but it was mostly the spirit of things. Going docilely was fun for nobody.
Besides, he had to put on a good enough show for them, seeing as they'd agreed to do this for him in the first place. When the black bag went over his head, he stopped struggling.
He was still paying attention when they carried him away, though it was hard to tell where they took him. Either the public bathrooms or the utility building. He was betting on the bathrooms, as nothing got in his way when they marched him in, and the floor was slightly wet when they shoved him hard to his knees. One of them handcuffed him to something cool, and when they took the bag off his head he was greeted with a lovely view of a concrete wall joining a metal one. He immediately looked over to his hands; he was attached to a pipe under a sink. Yep, bathrooms.
"We know you know who has it," said one of his cousins. He snapped his head around and immediately blinked away again -- she was shining a bright light into his eyes. Probably a pen flashlight.
He smiles, but says nothing. Playing the difficult one.
It earns him a hard smack. "Answer me," she says. It's Mizuki, he can tell now. Of course she took this job; physical torture was always her thing.
"Why would I ever do that?" he says, purposely answering in English. They're used to that quirk by now, but it's got to be doubly annoying right now.
Mizuki sighs, exasperated, and leans in. It's hard to see past the spots dancing in front of his eyes from the light, not to mention the light itself. She seems to have handed that off to someone else, not even visible behind the bright corona of flashlight.
She pulls out a knife, but he doesn't recoil. This part of the game involves never showing any weakness, until someone can come for you. And he knows at least two people will come running for him. We'll just see who gets there first. He hopes it's Lily.
Mizuki neatly cuts the zip-tie holding his hands together, effectively freeing his left; he lunges as soon as he knows he's free, reaching for her neck, and almost gets it. But she catches his hand with a little "ah!", then shakes her head.
"You make me force my hand," she tells him, and slams the knife between the first knuckles of his index and middle fingers.
He bites back a scream, choking on air for a moment, and really hopes this is going to be worth it.
They ambushed him maybe halfway through the game, almost directly after lunch break. A paintball gun to the back of the neck, even just being a paintball gun, was pretty good incentive to give up his own gun, though he did struggle a bit once they started to tie him up. Zip-ties hurt, but it was mostly the spirit of things. Going docilely was fun for nobody.
Besides, he had to put on a good enough show for them, seeing as they'd agreed to do this for him in the first place. When the black bag went over his head, he stopped struggling.
He was still paying attention when they carried him away, though it was hard to tell where they took him. Either the public bathrooms or the utility building. He was betting on the bathrooms, as nothing got in his way when they marched him in, and the floor was slightly wet when they shoved him hard to his knees. One of them handcuffed him to something cool, and when they took the bag off his head he was greeted with a lovely view of a concrete wall joining a metal one. He immediately looked over to his hands; he was attached to a pipe under a sink. Yep, bathrooms.
"We know you know who has it," said one of his cousins. He snapped his head around and immediately blinked away again -- she was shining a bright light into his eyes. Probably a pen flashlight.
He smiles, but says nothing. Playing the difficult one.
It earns him a hard smack. "Answer me," she says. It's Mizuki, he can tell now. Of course she took this job; physical torture was always her thing.
"Why would I ever do that?" he says, purposely answering in English. They're used to that quirk by now, but it's got to be doubly annoying right now.
Mizuki sighs, exasperated, and leans in. It's hard to see past the spots dancing in front of his eyes from the light, not to mention the light itself. She seems to have handed that off to someone else, not even visible behind the bright corona of flashlight.
She pulls out a knife, but he doesn't recoil. This part of the game involves never showing any weakness, until someone can come for you. And he knows at least two people will come running for him. We'll just see who gets there first. He hopes it's Lily.
Mizuki neatly cuts the zip-tie holding his hands together, effectively freeing his left; he lunges as soon as he knows he's free, reaching for her neck, and almost gets it. But she catches his hand with a little "ah!", then shakes her head.
"You make me force my hand," she tells him, and slams the knife between the first knuckles of his index and middle fingers.
He bites back a scream, choking on air for a moment, and really hopes this is going to be worth it.