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Post by Vincent Kammerer on Jul 21, 2015 7:52:46 GMT
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Vincent let out a rather low chuckle. He really hated those chains, didn't he?It was almost sad. And more than amusing. Tye really didn’t understand what he just asked for. It was worse than dangling above the ground. Bodies didn’t get as worn out as quick. And Vincent could still probably stretch the sidekick out on the rack. Just like he is when he's dangling from the ceiling. Worse even.
Though it did have its downsides. Downsides that made it one of the least used pieces. It limited the areas he could work on at one time. If he wanted to, for example, put a few brands on their back, he'd have to unstrap them and move them around. Which had it’s own set of annoyances. It was time consuming and somewhat dangerous. What if they tried to run? Or decided to try and break his nose while they had an arm free?
There wasn’t much worry that Tye would try something like that. No, Vincent was a bit over confident on that fact.
“Alright then… Rack it is~.”
The violet haired man waited till he Tye calmed down a bit before beginning to unstrap the boys ankles, then his chest. Dealing with the buckles as quickly as possible. He was getting a bit excited for what was going to come next. So much so that he was paying more attention to the buckles and his thoughts than on Tye.
Once he had the boy's wrists unclasped, he wiped his own brow. Looking down at the injured figure. Hopefully the kid could walk across the room to that table. He really didn’t want to have to carry him.
Maybe Vincent should help guide him over there. Kind and gentle, as opposed to just dragging someone by their scalp. He turned to look over at the table. He did clean that up after the last one right? And just what was he going to use today. Blunt objects or something else? Choices choices…
With those thoughts he held a manicured hand out at Tye, so that he may help him stand. That is if he wanted the help. Sometimes they didn’t. Sometimes they wanted to prove they were still strong. Psshh, as if.
"Come along, doll. We don't have much more time together."
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Post by JUSTYNN THYME on Jul 26, 2015 10:27:48 GMT
| I NEED A HERO TO SAVE ME NOW. I'VE GOTTA MAKE A STAND, BUT I'M NOT SUPERHUMAN. I'M GONNA FIGHT FOR WHAT'S RIGHT. TODAY I'M SPEAKING MY MIND, AND IF IT KILLS ME TONIGHT, I WILL BE READY TO DIE. A HERO'S NOT AFRAID TO GIVE HIS LIFE. A HERO'S GONNA SAVE ME JUST IN TIME. | Dead... Blank, emotionless, empty, Dead... However you wanted to say it, this was how Justynn felt at this very moment, as Vincent moved to take the buckles off his body so that he could be moved across the room to the scary looking table that was called the rack. He should have chosen a pole or being chained to the ground instead. But he definitely wasn't thinking right. His head was cloudy with that familiar fear that clutched him so bitterly and jealously.
As his hands were freed his eyes lowered to them. Staring at them as Vincent unbuckled the last buckles Tye couldn't understand what he was seeing. It was like his mind was suddenly glitching. 7... 8... 9... 7... 8...
He doubled back and counted again. only... eight? He narrowed his eyes in confusion and then Vincent's own perfect hand was offered out to him. He looked up at his captor blankly.
"Come along, doll. We don't have much more time together."
So... that meant... They were close to an end? That he would finally get to die? He'd been waiting. It had become his deepest desire. Just to die and get the pain over with. But not yet. Not until Rene was safe and his plan was put into action.
"If time is so precious to you... Why not spend it with your dearest friend instead of with me? He is the one who is in danger of mind collapse." As he spoke, he felt his remaining fingers trembling.
Just by his quivering voice, he could tell that his own mind was beginning to waver. He couldn't even remember or care to remember even a simple math calculation or machine layout. Everything had been taken away from him. Why couldn't he just go die in peace now?
"I know what I want you to take from me now... Remember, you asked me if there was anything I wanted to loose?"
His voice was soft despite the obvious shaking and husk brought on by constant screaming and little talking. He was literally falling apart from the inside out, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. |
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