feels so good being bad, there's no way I'm turning back;

[osreborn]

WHO: NORMAN OSBORN and EDWARD NYGMA
WHERE: Camembert, Orne, France
WHEN: August 3rd - 7th (forward-dated).
WARNINGS: Torture, mental trauma, etc.
SUMMARY: Remember all those things Edward has done to Norman the past year or so? Remember how Norman still hadn't taken revenge for any of it? ...
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[enigmaestro]

Eddie felt the chill of the cold cement floor creep over his flesh. A slow, swelling tide of prickling, palpable consciousness seeped through his limbs, under his skin, and he shuddered. His eyes opened, blearily blinking. Darkness greeted him like an unwanted guest. He felt uncomfortable, exposed.

“Oh. Son of a bitch.”

He pinched his nose, his head an ongoing percussion within a skull. Flashes of memory flooded behind his squeezed eyes. A closed door. A hand over his mouth, a cloth. A sweet smell. Panic. Nothing. A sweet smell, Eddie rubbed up his nose silently repeating, a sweet smell.

“No. Oh God no,” he whispered. The scent of chloroform was not unfamiliar to his nose. It stained his nostrils still. “No, no, no no no no!Hands would have flown upwards, outwards, too impatient for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Legs would have kicked out, fingers would have grasped tangible clues. But when Edward pinched his nose, he felt something over half his face. Something he hadn’t worn in years

[osreborn]

Norman didn't speak, listening carefully to the sounds of Eddie first stirring, then speaking with himself. His lips twisted into a horrible smirk, thankfully hidden in shadow, as he stepped quietly closer to the cage, simply listening. He didn't want to give away his position -- just -- yet.

He could see the dull highlights that the dim lighting cast on Eddie's hair, a glimpse of jaw, of nose. The silence spanned another long couple of minutes before Norman reached his gloved hand through the bars to touch Eddie's cheek. Again the throb of blood beat in his temples, forcing another quick cut of teeth to glimpse through his grin.

"Nygma," he said, eyes wide and fixed. "It's about time you woke up."

[enigmaestro]

The touch burned like electricity, searing into his cheek. Eddie jerked away, shocked and sickened. But it was when he spoke, when Norman uttered words, did Eddie feel his insides liquefy. He shuddered away, creating distance between them in sheer panic. There wasn't much room to escape towards, the cage was purposefully so confining.

"You -- You!" You sick bastard, you madman, you monster! These words dried on his tongue, the thoughts roaring only in his mind. There was something so surreal, so unmistakably improbable about his predicament that his emotions dissolved in every which way. He gripped himself, holding onto what was true and real, watching Norman's wide eyes with stony apprehension.

"You put me in this outfit?!Priority flooded from his mouth

[osreborn]

Fingers curling into his palm, Norman withdrew his hand from the cage with another smirk. His eyelids lowered a fraction, though his gaze never faltered from Eddie's mostly silhouetted form below him. He stood again, moving back a step from the lip of the hole.

"It's a collar. Rather difficult to craft on the time limit I had, but it works. I've tested it," said Norman blithely. "You should mind your tone of voice unless you'd like to see what it can do. And don't try to take it off or you'll get the same." It was an electroshock collar. A deep green light gleamed out from the front, the mechanism designed to react to particular muscular or electromagnetic impulses, tampering, and of course, a remote pattern that Norman had wired through one of his gloves

Friday.

[enigmaestro]

[It had been nearly an entire day, without Norman's presence. When he had come the day previous, it was quiet and brief. Eddie flinched at the sound -- it was unnatural, in the otherwise voiceless darkness.

They hadn't interacted. Eddie was left alone as quickly as Norman had come. He had felt relief in the moment. Quiet. Still. Absence.

His spandex stuck to his skin. Sweat measured his mask.

He heard footsteps once more.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman didn't announce his presence to Eddie; he didn't need to, his feet did it for him. He stepped over to the cage, bringing another bowl of water and a small plate of cheese and apple slices. It was meager, but enough to keep someone conscious.

He knelt and slid a hand into the cage, sweeping it over Eddie's hair. ]

Did you miss me?

[enigmaestro]

[He flinched away, as much as he could. There was not much space to afford, in this tiny cellar cell.]

What do you think?

[The reply was hoarse, his syllables broken. But the disdain screamed.]

[osreborn]

[ Norman yanked Eddie's hair, withholding the water. ]

Use your words.