Trying to threaten him in return was a valiant effort, especially since the doctor knew that there was weight behind the demon's words. The creatures had more or less created the art of torture, and he knew that if she did get a hold of him, he would pay. But that simply wasn't going to happen. They held all the cards, as much as Ruby believed that her "Father" might some day come and save her
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deal with this s3 icon. :| she's ... obviously not suddenly blonde /whatevs.thatdemonbitchApril 11 2011, 07:14:00 UTC
There was a flicker of concern in her when she realized this wasn't going to be about torture. She could feel pain again, was locked to this vessel, and they still weren't calling that good? Fan-freaking-tastic. That meant worse news forever this was going, and that creativity of hers was going into overdrive thinking of the options. If they could pin her to the vessel, there was no reason they couldn't rip her out and torture her the good old-fashioned, Hellfire way
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uhhh no she totally just changed bodies in the middle of this. (nottalking)damned_doctorsApril 11 2011, 17:46:15 UTC
While she wasn't yelling, the fact that she'd made a sad attempt to spit at him (the distance was too far, even if he had drawn closer) and had told him to take a trip to her home made it clear that he'd already hit a nerve.
That hadn't been so hard.
"Actually, I'd be curious to hear about it. I've been told that I'll be going there a number of times, but I'm not exactly up on the details. Just what is Hell like?" He realized that she wasn't likely to tell him a thing, but keeping his cool and subtly taunting her was a good way to work even further under her skin. Which wasn't a part of the process, but that didn't make it any less enjoyable.
He was going to have to get to work soon, but a bit of setup was always preferable to just getting down to business.
totally. i just forgot to write that power in my application i hope you don't mind lolololthatdemonbitchApril 12 2011, 21:08:17 UTC
It was a little frustrating, to know that he was trying to bait her and simultaneously be unable to keep herself from rising to it. But hey, not like she could help it. The guy had a way of getting under her skin, and not in the Alastair way either. It was more like an unshakable urge to throttle him thanks to that reliably short fuse on her temper
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The doctor found it odd that Ruby was bothering to promise him a place in Hell when he had just mentioned how he'd heard that threat a number of times before. Honestly, when it came that many times and nothing ever happened, it lost a lot of its weight. He wasn't dismissing the fact that Hell existed by any means -- Ruby here was proof that it did -- but he didn't believe any of the people who ended up under his knife were actually powerful enough to send him there
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At first, she wasn't sure what the tool he'd picked up was. Not like she had the world's greatest vantage point, lying there all useless on the table. But when he kicked it into high gear, the buzzing was heads up enough. It was impossible to push back her first instinctual urge to tug harder at the bonds -- she could feel her wrists rubbing raw from the attempts, but that pain was nothing compared to what she could see coming
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There was the panic. It seemed that even a demon, one who was admittedly far older than him -- as she'd just pointed out -- couldn't remain completely unfazed in the face of a saw that could tear her current vessel into pieces if he so pleased. Luckily for her, he didn't, but he was going to have to open her up a bit, just to get to the important parts
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It hurt worse than she remembered. Hell, she'd come off fresh from another trip downstairs for a reminder on why she needed to get her job done right six months ago and it still hurt worse than she remembered. Maybe it was the saw, hey, maybe it was just dull from overuse. They had to get pretty good mileage out of the thing in a place like this.
The pain split through her, and at first she was able to clench down on her jaw. The way the blade whirred into her sternum, she was pretty sure she could feel every rotation of the blade shaving off more of the bone and cutting deeper, blood spreading warm across her chest. But her pride didn't last. It was maybe twenty seconds of excruciating agony before she gave in and her head pressed down against the table, chin tilting up some as she cried out in loud, desperate shrieks of pain.
No. The truth of the matter was that it never got easier, and with her demon pain tolerance cut down to a minimum in her vessel for some weird reason in here, she couldn't even pretend she had a
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The fact that she was able to hold out for even that long without making a sound was rather impressive, though that wasn't something the doctor would admit to out loud. It also would have been a pointless gesture, seeing how the buzz of the drill and Ruby's screams would make it impossible for his words to get through. That was fine, though. For the moment, they were past the point of words
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The splatter of the blood died down when he pulled the drill back, and Ruby's jaw slowly shuddered closed, but only for a brief moment. Her lips were chapping a little, not that it was exactly what she was focusing on. The demon was a little distracted by the way the blood was slowly running down her clavicle into the hollow of her throat where it formed a tiny warm pool
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That wasn't a very interesting response. The doctor sighed and shook his head, realizing that he couldn't expect too much for someone who had just had their chest sawed open while awake. Then again, he'd been hoping for a bit more pizazz from a demon, but that had clearly been a mistake
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It was hard to stay focused on any one thing that wasn't the slow trickling loss of blood or the pain radiating from her chest cavity. So, when she realized he was trying to get her attention, it took a minute for her to drag her line of sight over that way. The glow was pretty evident beyond the range of the overhead lamp, and she didn't quite manage to place it right away. After all, she'd never seen the stuff in person.
"Yeah, yeah, I saw Harry Potter. What," she had to pause to swallow back a heaved, labored breath, "you got a unicorn out back?" It didn't matter whether or not they were real right now, what mattered was she was beginning to seriously hope that it was unicorn blood in his hands somehow and not what her mind was beginning to consider
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Of all the things to mention, Harry Potter? The doctor couldn't say he was read up on that particular subject, but he got the feeling that they didn't make much use of syringes in that particular altverse. The fact that a demon knew much of anything about that was interesting, but it seemed that even Ruby had the time to read books. From what he understood, that one boy's particular journey had managed to gain popularity as fiction in many other worlds
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Hearing the confirmation from him didn't help her case in the slightest. She bit down on her lip to keep from letting a worried noise escape her, tried to tense her jaw and keep herself even and calm -- but there was really no chance of that. Not with him shoving the stuff in her face like she oughtta take a whiff. The smell alone … She turned her face away, a pained look visible in the curvature of her lips and the wrinkling of her brow.
After a minute, she even clenched her eyes shut, shying away from it as much as she possibly could while still within the confines of her restraints. granted, it wasn't really far at all, and it wasn't making her feel any better like she thought it would, but it was better than the alternative of staring at that syringe head-on. Just the realization that it was there had her gut twisting with discomfort and anxiety
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Well, she did end up shying away, although this time there was no biting comment to go with it. In fact, while she seemed to be trying to distance herself from what was going on, she also appeared to have accepted what was going to happen to her. She knew that there was no way out, so now she was just trying to divest herself from the situation and put her mind in another place.
That was fine by him. Soon enough, she wasn't going to be able to ignore it no matter what she did. Whatever reaction it caused, putting an angel's power straight into the heart of a demon (so to speak) was going to result in something.
And now that curiosity would be sated. As a smile curved across his lips, he leaned forward and jammed the needle right into that beating muscle, pushing down the tab on the syringe to empty out the Grace right into her.
The worst part was probably that she couldn't feel it until it was too late. Still, she had the swing of his arm to make her think that she could feel the needle penetrating her heart, simply because she knew what was coming, and a gasp came out of her that was whiny and vulnerable and all the things that Ruby was not. But, that instinctive, psychosomatic twinge of pain was nothing compared to what she actually felt when he'd pushed the syringe.
It was like her whole body was screaming in agony, starting in her chest and slowly spreading out through it. Like there was fire inside of her veins, and not in that pleasant, sexual kind of way. Immediately she started to squirm as best she could beneath the bonds, breathy, frightened noises coming out of her as she struggled to look down at herself as though she could somehow see it creeping through her -- not that she could even get a good vantage point from the way she was strung up
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That hadn't been so hard.
"Actually, I'd be curious to hear about it. I've been told that I'll be going there a number of times, but I'm not exactly up on the details. Just what is Hell like?" He realized that she wasn't likely to tell him a thing, but keeping his cool and subtly taunting her was a good way to work even further under her skin. Which wasn't a part of the process, but that didn't make it any less enjoyable.
He was going to have to get to work soon, but a bit of setup was always preferable to just getting down to business.
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The pain split through her, and at first she was able to clench down on her jaw. The way the blade whirred into her sternum, she was pretty sure she could feel every rotation of the blade shaving off more of the bone and cutting deeper, blood spreading warm across her chest. But her pride didn't last. It was maybe twenty seconds of excruciating agony before she gave in and her head pressed down against the table, chin tilting up some as she cried out in loud, desperate shrieks of pain.
No. The truth of the matter was that it never got easier, and with her demon pain tolerance cut down to a minimum in her vessel for some weird reason in here, she couldn't even pretend she had a ( ... )
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"Yeah, yeah, I saw Harry Potter. What," she had to pause to swallow back a heaved, labored breath, "you got a unicorn out back?" It didn't matter whether or not they were real right now, what mattered was she was beginning to seriously hope that it was unicorn blood in his hands somehow and not what her mind was beginning to consider ( ... )
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After a minute, she even clenched her eyes shut, shying away from it as much as she possibly could while still within the confines of her restraints. granted, it wasn't really far at all, and it wasn't making her feel any better like she thought it would, but it was better than the alternative of staring at that syringe head-on. Just the realization that it was there had her gut twisting with discomfort and anxiety ( ... )
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That was fine by him. Soon enough, she wasn't going to be able to ignore it no matter what she did. Whatever reaction it caused, putting an angel's power straight into the heart of a demon (so to speak) was going to result in something.
And now that curiosity would be sated. As a smile curved across his lips, he leaned forward and jammed the needle right into that beating muscle, pushing down the tab on the syringe to empty out the Grace right into her.
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It was like her whole body was screaming in agony, starting in her chest and slowly spreading out through it. Like there was fire inside of her veins, and not in that pleasant, sexual kind of way. Immediately she started to squirm as best she could beneath the bonds, breathy, frightened noises coming out of her as she struggled to look down at herself as though she could somehow see it creeping through her -- not that she could even get a good vantage point from the way she was strung up ( ... )
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