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[barelysane]

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[PRIVATE TEXT] -- 024 MIDNIGHT

[killsyouquickly]

Have you been unceremoniously detaining and torturing people?

[barelysane]

ｈｏｗ ｉｓ ｔｈａｔ ａｎｙ ｏｆ ｙｏｕｒ ｂｕｓｉｎｅｓｓ

[killsyouquickly]

If they all end up dead, I'm not going to have anything to work with.

[barelysane]

ｔｈｅｙ ａｒｅ ｎｏｔ ｈｅｒｅ ｆｏｒ ｙｏｕ

[killsyouquickly]

My mistake, I didn't know they were detained to be your playthings.

[barelysane]

ｂｅｎｅｆｉｔｓ

[killsyouquickly]

I seem to have skimmed over that clause in the contract.

[barelysane]

ｉ ｄｏ ｎｏｔ ｈａｖｅ ＴＩＭＥ
ｆｏｒ ｔｈｅ ｂｕｌｌｓｈｉｔ ｓｎａｒｋｙ ｆｕｃｋｉｎｇ ａｃｔ ｔｏｎｉｇｈｔ ｂｉｔｃｈ
ｓｏ ｕｎｌｅｓｓ ｙｏｕ ｈａｖｅ ｓｏｍｅ ＡＣＴＵＡＬ ＦＵＣＫＩＮＧ ＴＨＩＮＧ ｔｏ ｔｅｌｌ ｍｅ
ＦＵＣＫ ＯＦＦ

[killsyouquickly]

Touchy. Fine, I'll clarify the matter with Jaden.

Do feel better.

[killsyouquickly]

Incidentally, one of your little chew toys might have some information we need.

Food for thought.

[barelysane]

ｉ ａｍ ｏｎｅ ｔｅｘｔ ｆｒｏｍ ｔｅａｒｉｎｇ ｙｏｕｒ ｔｅｓｔｉｃｌｅｓ ｏｆｆ ａｎｄ ｆｅｅｄｉｎｇ ｔｈｅｍ ｔｏ ｙｏｕｒ ｇｉｒｌｆｒｉｅｎｄ
ＷＨＡＴ ＤＯ ＹＯＵ ＷＡＮＴ

[killsyouquickly]

Let the giant go. I have questions I need him to answer.

[barelysane]

ａｂｏｕｔ ｗｈａｔ
ａｎｄ ｉ ｄｉｄｎ'ｔ ｈｅａｒ ａ ｆｕｃｋｉｎｇ ｐｌｅａｓｅ ａｎｙｗｈｅｒｅ ｉｎ ｔｈｅｒｅ

029 - DAY (x10 or so)

[pizzalord]

Happy Birthday, Captain. [So dead sounding.]

[barelysane]

This is your warning. One fucking more, short bus.

[pizzalord]

Warning for what. [A hint of confusion in his voice.]

[barelysane]

Warning before I come down to the lab and force you to eat your own fucking fingernails. Fuck. Off.

[pizzalord]

Oh. [Hmm that doesn't sound fun.] Doctor says I'm not allowed to hurt myself. Sorry.

[barelysane]

Doctor's not going to have much say if you don't hang the fucking phone up right now.

[pizzalord]

All I wanted to do was wish you happy birthday. [His voice takes a disappointed edge, like a kicked puppy.]

[barelysane]

[ <sub>there's no reply because now? now he's coming for you.

and here he is in a puff of smoke, eyes bright and blazing and very, very unamused.</sub> ]

What did I fucking say. [ _{smoke rolls off of his shoulders, out from between his lips. he looks Harry over, smirking.} ] You need to learn how to take orders, short bus. First order of business- [ _{and now the lab is entirely dark, as if it never existed in the first place.} ] Do you know how to stand still?

[pizzalord]

[Harry jumps at the sudden puff of smoke. There's no way to hide how the sudden presence of Kirk in the room sends vibrations through his senses. Something darker than the power dripping through the tattoo, something infinitely more evil. He glances over at Kirk innocently enough, but part of him still remembers the true self he'd seen of the captain. Distorted, twisted faces. Teeth where there shouldn't be.

He quietly tucks away the rational part of him that is quietly screaming at the memory of the void room, leaving his expression calm and unassuming. Like he has no idea what's about to happen. It must be a birthday party!]

I can take orders. [Harry responds obediently in that dead voice, forcing himself to not look around at the encroaching darkness that eats through everything. At the second question he straightens, forcing his body as still as he can manage. If he's good, he'll get a wire. Those are the rules.] Yes, I do.

tw: foot trauma, face trauma here shortly

[barelysane]

Let's make sure.

[ _{there are wires creeping under Harry's feet; caressing up and under any clothing. hello, ankles. you're lovely. hello, toes. how nice is this? it's even nicer when they start to worm their way into the skin, lacing through over and over again, as if stitching his feet to the floor. shoes are no obstacle: they get sewn tight against Harry's skin and to the tiles as well.} ]

How's that feel. [ _{he cocks his head, smiling.} ] Tight enough? Or tighter? [ _{and the wires press in a little deeper.} ]

YEP

[pizzalord]

[Oh those wires don't feel too unpleasant. They're almost gentle, but he thinks he knows what might happen. He answered a question, he'll get a wire. As they slide underneath his skin, a familiar burst of pain slices through him, but then they go into the floor, the wires sink into the tile and Harry comprehends in a second just how much trouble he might be in. And not just with Kirk.

But the pain is so nice, so familiar, even if it's not as clean as the doctor's version. This one is messier, wires tearing through tendon and muscle and cracking through bone. Like a blade of grass growing up between two slabs of concrete, the wires cut through his feet and hold him there. Each wave of pain is more intense than the last, the delightful pain quickly turning into something uncomfortable and then--- he sags back against the floor, his hands bracing him as the wires crack and break another bone in his feet. A muffled groan slides from his mouth as he tries to hold it in, tries to brighten it into something appreciative. He's supposed to like this.]

Family. [His voice is tight, his fingers shaking against the tile as pain washes through him with each throb of his heartbeat. And then the wires get tighter and his world goes white for a second. He's not sure if he's screaming or if it's just his imagination.]

[barelysane]

That's better.

[ _{he fashions himself a little step of wires, to reach Harry's face and look him straight in the eyes.} ]

Listen up, short bus. The next time I tell you to walk the fuck away? Do it. [ _{he smiles, holding one finger in front of Harry's face. see? finger. he trails the fingertip over Harry's lips, gently, almost like a lover.} ] When I tell you to shut your fucking mouth? Do. It.

[ _{there are wires slithering up Harry's body from the floor, slow and sensual, before wrapping around his throat loosely. Kirk plucks one and it slides up the wizard's chin and presses against his lips. presses, presses- pushes through, moving with a mind of it's own as it stitches between each lip, sewing them shut.} ]

Dooo yourself a favour, aaaand... [ _{another follows until three have done the job to Kirk's standards. he mimics cutting the ends, which disappear, leaving Harry's mouth unattached to any other wire.} ] Don't scream. It'll just tear the stitches, kay? [ _{he pats Harry's cheek roughly.} ]