[fanfiction] all you want, for the price of your soul
365 Gay Sharks
Day 266, Word Count: 837
Theme: September; Camp
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Fandom/Pairings: Killjoys; Korse/Fun Ghoul
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: Fucking machines on this card. You get two guesses why this exists and all of them should be teh_slush.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths. Now please go away.
Summary: If Korse can't force him to be quiet, then he'll give him a reason to scream.
all you want, for the price of your soul
Fun Ghoul is a mess to work with.
He scream and thrashes and bleeds all over the place, even when they've put him in the cell, and Korse is fast running out of viable options so he gets a little desperate. He orders The Machine to be brought down to the cell they're keeping Fun Ghoul in and, because he doesn't want Fun Ghoul bleeding any more than he already has, lube and thick leather straps.
If Korse can't force him to be quiet, then he'll give him a reason to scream.
This isn't a tactic they use often, but it's been shown to be effective upon individuals who haven't taken sex suppression pills and Korse is absolutely certain that Fun Ghoul isn't taking any of those. That's the whole point of their little band is miscreants, they're attempting to break down everything BL/ind has been working for, all these years, and they want to go back to the chaos of Before. They don't take the pills and they don't listen to the authority of the higher powers.
So once they've sedated Fun Ghoul (Korse wasn't risking Fun Ghoul getting anyone else to bleed) and they've strapped him into the chair, Korse begins the process of methodically working him open. It wouldn't serve his purposes at all if he were to make Fun Ghoul bleed over everything. Besides, it's detrimental to hurt a captive by rupturing their insides. Then they just bleed all over their insides and die without giving up any useful information.
The sedative wears off about when Korse first switches on the machine, and Korse can tell when the whirring of the machine starting up registers to Fun Ghoul, because he starts struggling against the restraints. He can't go anywhere, though, so Korse just stands in front of him and waits. Fun Ghoul makes a choked, aborted noise when the machine starts fucking him slowly and Korse's lips curve into a smirk.
"Are you going to cooperate?"
"Fuck. You."
The words are choked off, between the trusts of the machine, and Korse folds his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow. The irony of the phrase is not lost on him.
"You're a little confused, Fun Ghoul. I'm not the one strapped to the The Machine, that would be you."
"Bastard."
If Fun Ghoul still has the self-control to make disparaging comments, then The Machine obviously isn't doing its job. Korse adjusts the settings, turning it up higher and smirking at the sound it tears from Fun Ghoul. There is something, Korse knows, about the mechanical nature of The Machine that hurts. He's told that Before, they used to use machines like this for pleasure, but Korse can't see how anything so cold and inhuman could be pleasurable at all.
"Are you," Korse repeats, "going to cooperate?"
The only response Fun Ghoul gives is to spit in Korse's general direction. It doesn't reach Korse, who had anticipated such a reaction, and Korse just looks down at it. It's disgusting, and he gives a sigh before turning the speed of the machine up even higher.
"It will only keep going up if you refuse to cooperate."
Attempting to break free of the bonds again, Fun Ghoul glares at Korse and begins to shout obscenities that might not be out of place if the situation were a wholly sexual one. Korse is mildly impressed at the level of coherence Fun Ghoul is maintaining. Other subject have broken down on setting one or two, and Fun Ghoul is about to be bumped up to level four. He wonders if that has anything to do with-don't think about Poison, don't think about Poison. Forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, Korse cranks up The Machine to the fourth level and notes that Fun Ghoul doesn't have that much fight left in him.
"There isn't anything left to fight against, Fun Ghoul. We will capture your little band of rebels, and you will come back to us. You can't run forever."
"Not gonna," Fun Ghoul gasps, "make it easy."
"Oh of course not," Korse laughs, "but you will give in and you will return to us."
"Never."
Even though he is technically not supposed to go past four unless there are extenuating circumstances, Korse thinks that this is one of those instances. Fun Ghoul cries out, and Korse can see the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. It should affect him more than it does, but Korse just watches as Fun Ghoul slowly breaks down. He turns The Machine down to the first setting again and walks over, cupping his hand under Fun Ghoul's chin and forcing Fun Ghoul's face up. His eyes are closed.
"Look at me," Korse says, and Fun Ghoul opens his eyes, "Are you going to cooperate?"
"Please," Fun Ghoul says, and Korse isn't sure he knows what he's saying, "Please, I-"
"Shhh," Korse says, "If you cooperate, I'll give you everything you could ever want. Just say yes."
"Yes."
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Day 266, Word Count: 837
Theme: September; Camp
This post is part of the 365 Gay Sharks project. If you would like to learn more about this project, click here to read more about it. :D
Fandom/Pairings: Killjoys; Korse/Fun Ghoul
Rating: R
Pre-Notes: Fucking machines on this card. You get two guesses why this exists and all of them should be teh_slush.
Disclaimer: Lies and untruths. Now please go away.
Summary: If Korse can't force him to be quiet, then he'll give him a reason to scream.
all you want, for the price of your soul
Fun Ghoul is a mess to work with.
He scream and thrashes and bleeds all over the place, even when they've put him in the cell, and Korse is fast running out of viable options so he gets a little desperate. He orders The Machine to be brought down to the cell they're keeping Fun Ghoul in and, because he doesn't want Fun Ghoul bleeding any more than he already has, lube and thick leather straps.
If Korse can't force him to be quiet, then he'll give him a reason to scream.
This isn't a tactic they use often, but it's been shown to be effective upon individuals who haven't taken sex suppression pills and Korse is absolutely certain that Fun Ghoul isn't taking any of those. That's the whole point of their little band is miscreants, they're attempting to break down everything BL/ind has been working for, all these years, and they want to go back to the chaos of Before. They don't take the pills and they don't listen to the authority of the higher powers.
So once they've sedated Fun Ghoul (Korse wasn't risking Fun Ghoul getting anyone else to bleed) and they've strapped him into the chair, Korse begins the process of methodically working him open. It wouldn't serve his purposes at all if he were to make Fun Ghoul bleed over everything. Besides, it's detrimental to hurt a captive by rupturing their insides. Then they just bleed all over their insides and die without giving up any useful information.
The sedative wears off about when Korse first switches on the machine, and Korse can tell when the whirring of the machine starting up registers to Fun Ghoul, because he starts struggling against the restraints. He can't go anywhere, though, so Korse just stands in front of him and waits. Fun Ghoul makes a choked, aborted noise when the machine starts fucking him slowly and Korse's lips curve into a smirk.
"Are you going to cooperate?"
"Fuck. You."
The words are choked off, between the trusts of the machine, and Korse folds his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow. The irony of the phrase is not lost on him.
"You're a little confused, Fun Ghoul. I'm not the one strapped to the The Machine, that would be you."
"Bastard."
If Fun Ghoul still has the self-control to make disparaging comments, then The Machine obviously isn't doing its job. Korse adjusts the settings, turning it up higher and smirking at the sound it tears from Fun Ghoul. There is something, Korse knows, about the mechanical nature of The Machine that hurts. He's told that Before, they used to use machines like this for pleasure, but Korse can't see how anything so cold and inhuman could be pleasurable at all.
"Are you," Korse repeats, "going to cooperate?"
The only response Fun Ghoul gives is to spit in Korse's general direction. It doesn't reach Korse, who had anticipated such a reaction, and Korse just looks down at it. It's disgusting, and he gives a sigh before turning the speed of the machine up even higher.
"It will only keep going up if you refuse to cooperate."
Attempting to break free of the bonds again, Fun Ghoul glares at Korse and begins to shout obscenities that might not be out of place if the situation were a wholly sexual one. Korse is mildly impressed at the level of coherence Fun Ghoul is maintaining. Other subject have broken down on setting one or two, and Fun Ghoul is about to be bumped up to level four. He wonders if that has anything to do with-don't think about Poison, don't think about Poison. Forcing himself to focus on the task at hand, Korse cranks up The Machine to the fourth level and notes that Fun Ghoul doesn't have that much fight left in him.
"There isn't anything left to fight against, Fun Ghoul. We will capture your little band of rebels, and you will come back to us. You can't run forever."
"Not gonna," Fun Ghoul gasps, "make it easy."
"Oh of course not," Korse laughs, "but you will give in and you will return to us."
"Never."
Even though he is technically not supposed to go past four unless there are extenuating circumstances, Korse thinks that this is one of those instances. Fun Ghoul cries out, and Korse can see the tears forming at the corners of his eyes. It should affect him more than it does, but Korse just watches as Fun Ghoul slowly breaks down. He turns The Machine down to the first setting again and walks over, cupping his hand under Fun Ghoul's chin and forcing Fun Ghoul's face up. His eyes are closed.
"Look at me," Korse says, and Fun Ghoul opens his eyes, "Are you going to cooperate?"
"Please," Fun Ghoul says, and Korse isn't sure he knows what he's saying, "Please, I-"
"Shhh," Korse says, "If you cooperate, I'll give you everything you could ever want. Just say yes."
"Yes."
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