━━ TORTURE. the room was EXQUISITE. every tool imaginable was at his disposal and had been used quite a few times already. ❛ you’ve been a NAUGHTY little minx haven’t you. it’s no wonder mister march wants you punished. ❜ calloused, meaty fingers lit delicately upon each tool the teeth had dulled over many years. ah but that made it all the more painful, yes?
❛ normally, you know, i remove the tongue first but i believe i’ll enjoy it more the louder you howl. ❜ lip curled into a dank smile, the gesture was not kind. ❛ women tend to have this habit of constantly CHATTERING, it’s quite irritating. but with you.. with you darling i believe i’d quite like to hear that smart mouth beg for forgiveness from mister march. for mercy. ❜ did he believe this rancid female would? that was a resounding NO.
❛ so you haven’t said.. what have you done to raise the ire of our dear commander in chief? ❜ each instrument of torture splayed out before him, taunting ( TEASING ) how lovely indeed. with a glance to her then back at the table silently he bid her to lay.
the smile on her lips fractured, beaten by the sight of blood that laid smeared across the ceiling and over the basement walls, carmine spots surrounded by an endless sea of filth and rust alike. it was easier, far less horrifying, to focus her attention on memories of the past rather than hoping and trying to catch a glimpse of the tool that would soon cut through her skin and turn her muscles to shreds, breaking her in two. cruel steal, worn out by years of constant use and abuse, dangerous in the hands of a maniac whose work sally had come to both fear and admire. whenever she looked at him, the junkie saw her own cruelty reflected in his eyes: black pits of darkness, starved for the healing sight of human pain and terror.
❝ and why the hell should i tell you? ❞ while she spoke, pale fingers toyed with a loose thread on her dress, right on top of her stomach that rose and then fell with every breath she drew. it was only then, as she laid flat on her back and waited for her punishment to be finally delivered, that sally found her courage and turned her head to meet his gaze once again. the same smile that once hung from the edge of her lips returned, wider and more daring than before, her mouth opening to let the tip of her tongue curl and brush over her front teeth. ❝ oh, but wouldn’t you love to know? ❞