because i’ve had a few requests for different kinds of hard sadism, and there hasnt been a lot of gore on this blog for a while
a lot of the stuff below is pretty gross so brace urself or skip past it
under a readmore because ouch
-”Ah, don’t cry now. We’re only just beginning. Look at me- look! If you aren’t going to use your eyes, there’s no point to having them, hm? If you aren’t obedient? Just like your tongue when you couldn’t stop running your mouth.”
-”Oooh, you witches are so easy to hurt. Your familiars are so soft and weak and the damage they do is so beautiful. To strike at your souls like this. To get that look in the eyes is so easy for you. If only you weren’t so damn difficult to break.”
The witch trembled and bled and panted, but smiled as well “You’ve got the wrong idea of what it means to hurt a witch.”
-There was an art to breaking people. To reduce a human from a person to something obedient and pliant, but still whole enough to follow orders. It couldn’t be done with everyone- some people shattered too uncleanly, or some were too brittle and just broke. Some were to easy to hurt and push, but damn near impossible to actually break.
You’ve never seen eyes like the ones staring up at you now, though.
-”Oh, I’m sorry. You seem to be mistaking me for my mentor, or at least a person of similar limits. I’m not. Now, I just broke your spine. Answer my questions, or I’ll taser you where the soft spot is.”
-”Daemons make my job so much easier, you know? Even if I kill your soul, your body will be alive. All we need for the ransom is that, after all.”
-”Oh stop screaming. All I’ve done is make the cut- you’ll ruin my meal if you won’t cease that noise. I can’t enjoy your liver if your mouth is such a bother.”
-”Now, then love. Don’t feel bad about hurting xir. Xe deserves this.”
“Right.”
“The first step is tendons- draw the hooked edge here. Don’t look so afraid now, I’m very proud of you.”
-Xe pushed sewing pins through zir hand one by one, spearing xir open like some kind of lab frog “Do you know why I’m doing this? Do you understand. Do you understand what you’ve done.” Xe breathed raggedly, upset, and pushed the pins harder and deeper, cracking bone and piercing vein and spearing tendon.
Ze grinned lopsidedly and breathed through the pain. This was fine. [X] was coming. Ze would survive.
-”Oh, I don’t have a daemon.” said the torturer pleasantly “Or at least, not one here. I think xe’s busy crawling around the inside of your friend in the other room. Do you hear that screaming?”