Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160316192622/@comment-26571677-20160321223207

It let out a lengthy sigh, shaking it's head, right hand still on the chain that suspended Lyko,

"Lyko, my dear boy, I am most disappointed by how you still seem to assume, that I am the old Asper, the weaker Asper. Little tip, I'm not, I'm a whoooole new person, or animal, if you will, and I couldn't give less of a shit about Asper's father."

It walked back, smiling at Lyko,

"And besides, you really think that I'm afraid of Drake? He's a pussy! He was afraid of the old me, for fuck's sake? How's he gonna like the new me? Hmm? Ohh! Maybe we can be torture buddies!"

Blood splattered on it's shoes, and the creature frowned,

"Oh Deary, Deary me, it appears you're bleeding out! We can't have you fainting, and dying a painless death, now can we? That would just ruin the excitement completely!"

It grabbed a bottle of vodka, and a wicked looking instrument.

"I'm gonna do you a favour, originally, I was planning to use salt, but I'm afraid that might kill you, taking the liquids out of your wound and whatnot, so instead, I have here....Vodka! One of the strongest alcohols ever! Yay! It'll cure ya, but hurt like an absolute bitch!"

Without further discussion, it popped the cap open, and upended the entire bottle on Lyko's open, festering wound. To the sound of his screams, it laughed maniacally, before grabbing the other instrument, which instantly turned red hot.

"Now this, Lyko, is doing you a favour. I'Ma going to seal your wounds, with this here, little soldering iron! I mean, I could have just used a piece of red-hot iron, but that would leave your wound very,very susceptible to infection, and that would be quite shit, no? That's why!"

It tapped the barrel of the instrument, flashing a toothy smile at Lyko, full of predatory malice,

"I'm using a soldering iron. The benefits are many with this little tool, wanna know some of them? No? Well, I'm telling you anyway, Lyko-boy. First of, it's very effective! It'll burn your flesh to a crisp, and kill every little nugget of bacteria in that arm."

He raised his fingers, adding another with every fact,

"Secondly, it won't leave any scars! Yeah! What a surprise, am I right? You'll still be pretty! Although you'll die anyway in a couple of days, but...hey, it's the thought that counts, no?"

The searing iron was now fully charged, and was gathering heat at an amazing speed,

"Lastly, now this is the kicker, you're gonna love this, it hurts like all hell"

The moment the last word left the monster's lips, it dove on Lyko, shoving the soldering iron into his arm, burning away at the flesh, cauterising it, but the feeling, for Lyko, would be like absolute soulfire. Lyko's screams, mixed with the creature's sadistic laughter and the wailing of his prisoner, echoed through the room, creating a sound like the very deepest pits of hell.

When it was done, Lyko was barely conscious, but still able to hear Asper's words, and Estelle was weeping quietly, signalling Asper, that it was time to move on the poor, innocent girl.

"My dear, dear Estelle, I'm afraid that you, are under the stupid misconception, that I'm doing this for...your body? I mean, if you think about it, that's rather stupid, no? If I wanted to have you, then I would have taken you in that alley, when you were all vulnerable-like. See? Makes no fucking sense! And besides..."

It leaned in, close to Estelle's ear, so that she could hear his whisper, and feel his breath on the side of her face,

"I don't fuck Faunus's"

With that, it loosened a part of her chains, pulling her right hand out, and slamming it on the base of the wooden chair, while crouching next to her,

"Now Estelle, tell me, do you play an instrument, perchance? A violin? A trumpet? A piano? Because it's going to be a damn shame, after what I'm about to do."

The monster flipped her hand so that it was facing Palm-side up, and forcefully spread her fingers, making sure that Lyko could see what was about to unfold.

"Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Moe, Catch A Tiger By The Toe, If He Hollers let him go, eeny, Meeny, miny moe."

He was pointing directly at her ring finger, and his grip tightened as she realised what was about to happen,

"Now hold still, my dear, this will only take a second, just hold...stil..."

He grabbed a Zeract, and placed the sharp, serrated blades close to her outstretched finger.