You well-heeled big wheel [complete]

[ebony_mask]

Who: Black Mask and Dr. Tenma
When: 26 March, sometime after 6pm
Where: Basement of the Dungeon (sex club), sector 1
Summary: Black Mask (as J. Claude) discovers Tenma snooping around his establishment, takes him in for questioning
Warnings: Torture/interrogation (will be edited if need be)

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[surgicalshot]

The sharp slap to the face was enough to wake him up; enough to wake up the dead in his opinion, and he was trying to figure out how he got here. Last thing he could remember was going into another club for a routine check up for AGI, and now he was...here?

He clenched his jaw, eyes opening wide as he looked at the man in front of him. He was pretty sure he wasn't at the dentist's office.

"Who are you?" He looked familiar, but everything was a little fuzzy right now.

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He couldn't incriminate Claire, even if the evidence in the book already did that. But he couldn't let anyone else get hurt because of this, either. Tenma bit his lower lip, shaking his head.

"He doesn't know a lot. You don't need him for anything."

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Roman set down the notebook and traded the scalpel for a pair of pliers, then approached Tenma.

"I'm afraid I just don't believe you, Kenzo. May I call you Kenzo? We're about to become a whole lot more intimate, so it's only appropriate."

With his free hand, he reached out to steady Tenma's.

"Now let's try this again: how much does Leonelli know?"

[surgicalshot]

He would prefer he didn't, if only because that was more intimate, and who really wanted to be intimate with this man? He was a murderer. Tenma's hand jerked in his grip, trying to pull it away.

"Nothing, he doesn't know anything!"

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Roman's eyes became steely. He raised his hand up and away from Tenma's balled fist, moving back to the cart. When he returned, he had a hammer in hand.

"I told you, Kenny: I don't like liars."

With a swift motion, he brought the hammer down upon Tenma's hand.

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Tenma screamed, staring down at his hand in horror as fire spread out from the impact point. Broken in multiple places, he thought hazily, trying to figure out what was going on.

Did he really just. He looked up at Roman and then back down at his hand. And then back up at Roman.

"I didn't-- you broke my hand!" He yelled at him, eyes closing in pain.

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"Oh, good. You've finally decided to stop lying. Hurts, doesn't it?"

Roman tossed the hammer back on the cart, causing the rest of the tools to rattle noisily. With his free hand, he pried Tenma's fingers apart, flattening out the hand.

"By the way: feel free to scream as loudly as you please. This place is heavily soundproofed and underground. Ain't no one gonna hear you except for me, and hell, I love it. I'm a little bit of a scream connoisseur, if you must know. So go ahead. I won't judge you or call you a coward."

He pressed a finger into the same spot with which he hammer had connected.

"And in case you're thinking you won't scream? You will. Everyone does, eventually. So," he paused, placing the nose of the pliers flush against one of Tenma's fingers, "where were we? Oh, yeah, Leonelli: what does he know?"

[surgicalshot]

Well there went his screaming plan. No one was going to hear him; not that it would stop him from screaming. He was in pain, though he tried to grit his teeth through it. He tried hard not to whimper as he flattened out the broken hand, eyes shut as tight as he could.

"I told you, he doesn't know much!" He yelled out.

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"Details, Tenma. I want them."

He gripped gripped Tenma's fingernail with the pliers and yanked, removing the nail in one piece.

"There's nine more where that came from."

[surgicalshot]

He was not a person made to be tortured. Not at all. He gave another yell, the stinging, burning pain from before only intensifying now.

"He's just a club owner I talked to, he doesn't know anything else!"

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Roman yanked off another fingernail.

"Do you understand the meaning of 'specifics', Kenny? Because that's what I'm looking for," he said leisurely, moving the pliers to the next finger. "The more you dick around, the more pain you'll be in, simple as that."

Yet another fingernail came loose. Roman smiled, his eyes burning into Tenma's.

"Right now it's lookin' like you're a little masochist, doctor. I can roll with that."

Another fingernail down.

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He was in so much pain he didn't know how he was still able to think. He wasn't able to think well, and he yelled at each nail, finally biting down on his lower lip.

Breathe. Breathe. He just needed to breathe.

"Hold on! Stop!" He cried out before he could get to another nail. "He was the one who told me where to look for the collar killer! He had all of the information!"

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Roman stopped. By now, only Tenma's thumbnail remained. He'd imagined Tenma would be a screamer, of course. Were time not of the essence, he would have been disappointed by how easy it had been to get him to talk. Truth be told, the slaves he'd tortured had held out much longer.

...then again, they'd been tortured by AGI before he'd gotten his hands on them.

He let out a surprised laugh at Tenma's confession.

"And you thought you'd...what? Bring me all by yourself?"

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Tenma just shook his head. No, he didn't expect to bring him in by himself. Which was why he had given information to other people.

Not like he'd bring that up. He just shook his head again.

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Roman didn't seem at all disappointed by this news. He leered down at the doctor.

"That's too bad for you, Tenma."

He placed the nose of the pliers at the tip of Tenma's thumbnail.

"Who else besides Leonelli knows?"

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He looked down at his hand and took a deep breath.

"No one else."