188. Captivity Meme!

[this_time_i_win]

THE CAPTIVITY MEMEYou've been captured - or maybe you've been held captive for a while now. Whatever the case, you've lost your freedom, and there's a specific person responsible for that. You might be a prisoner, a mental patient, a kidnap victim, or someone's pet. Maybe you're there willingly, or maybe the choice has been taken away from you

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7! Oh this is going to be too much fun :P

[adversarially]

[Shaitan is a gloater, this is a well-documented fact. So excuse him, Ben, if when you come back to consciousness he's just sitting there in a thronelike chair, smiiiiirking for all he's worth.]

[werewolf_hacker]

[The demon grabs Galiel by the hair and yanks his head back. The other one grasps his jaw in a punishing grip and forces his mouth open.

Ben yanks on the shackles and snarls. Blood runs freely down his arms.] Leave him alone.

[adversarially]

[Shaitan licks his lips.] That's more like it, Benji. Keep it up, now . . .

[His hands are suddenly taloned and razor-sharp, and Galiel makes a fruitless effort to move away, but there's nowhere to go, not when he's this exhausted and this outnumbered.

There's a horrible wet tearing noise, and Shaitan laughs triumphantly over Galiel's strangled cry of pain.] There we go.

[He steps back, hand slicked with Galiel's blood and clutching the angel's tongue, and flops into his throne with calculated, heartless nonchalance, taking a bite and letting blood run in rivulets down his chin. Then he grins at Ben, his too-white teeth stained scarlet, and talks with his mouth full.] Most important meal of the day.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben's voice is strangled too.] You sonofabitch...

[He squeezes his eyes shut. Shaitan is feeding just as much on his emotions as he is on Galiel's tongue. More, probably.] I will call upon the Lord...

[adversarially]

Oi! [Shaitan spits something much more substantial than just blood at Ben's face, although there's a lot of blood, too.] Keep that up and you're next. You'd get pretty pissed if you couldn't mouth off, wouldn't you, Benji?

[werewolf_hacker]

[Ben snarls, a rabid, bestial sound, and tries unsuccessfully to wipe his face off on his shoulder. But the angle is all wrong, so he ends up scraping his cheeks along the floor instead.] What's the matter, don't like being reminded of what you lost? [He gives Shaitan a flat, even stare.] You could get it back. Bel was ranked right up there with you, and he did.

[adversarially]

And that's because Bel's a little bitch. [Shaitan eats like a hyena, rending and tearing as he speaks.] You think I want Daddy Dearest to take me back? Fuck Him.

[Galiel flinches bodily at the blasphemy, and Shaitan leers at him with a bloody mouth.] You got something to say, Galiel? Oh, right, my bad. You can't. I can badmouth your precious Daddy all I want and you can't say shit about it.

You know why? 'Cause I got all the fuckin' power I could ask for, everything He ever denied me. So I say again. Fuck. Him.

[werewolf_hacker]

Well, if that's your attitude, no wonder you Fell. But Lucifer gave you that power, man. He could take it away again, just like that. All you gotta do is step wrong.

And his retirement package is for shit.

[adversarially]

You talk too much. [Shaitan puts his head to one side, considering.] Can't decide whether to eat your tongue or feed you some of Galiel's.

[werewolf_hacker]

I vote for neither, you sick bastard. Because I'm not wrong, am I? And that just kills you.

[adversarially]

Ooooh, I'm sorry, that's not an option. Thanks for playing, though. [He bares those bloodied hyena teeth.] How 'bout . . . I feed you the angel's tongue, or I eat his heart next.

[werewolf_hacker]

[He closes his eyes and speaks between clenched teeth.] Leave. Him. Alone.

[adversarially]

Tongue it is, then! [He's as gleeful as a child with a new toy. Which, well. He is. He rolls to his feet and stalks closer to Ben, smiling ferally.] We doing this the hard way, or are you going to play nice? Keep in mind your answers will count for the final.

[werewolf_hacker]

[Still clenching his teeth, thanks. The elevated body temperature has the sweat rolling off him in rivers, and he's still shivering while the sigil burns.] Fuck you.

The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want...

[adversarially]

Stop that. [Shaitan snarls and aims a kick at Ben's ribs.] Open up, doggy, before I change my mind and get hungry for heart.

[werewolf_hacker]

He maketh me to-- [The kick connects with punishing force, and Ben involuntarily opens his mouth, gasping. Yep, those are cracked ribs...]