rubiesintherough:

(( open — Victor : torture tw ))

His hand skimmed along bruised and broken skin, a blinding light glowing from his fingertips and winding down into the wounds, stitching them closed.    “ Do you know how much pain a body can withstand before it breaks? “   

His tone was light, almost conversational… even as the light faded. And his hands closed around the hilt of a crimson stained knife, once more.    “ I do. It’s an impressive amount. And with healing inbetween sessions like this, we can stretch that even further… perhaps even indefinitely. —– But, what about the mind? “     The tip of blade was traced up his captive’s arm, up over the binds restraining them, resting just below their chin, pressing just hard enough to prick skin… to draw the tiniest bead of blood welling up against it.   “ That’s where the true question lies. Some have cracked in minutes. Others, hours. Days. There have been a few who’ve lasted weeks. ——- All you have to do is tell me what I want to know, and I’ll stop. You’ll be free to go. But, until then… well, I have eternity, but how long can you stand this? “

_{This wasn’t the first time he found himself in a situation like this, but it was the only one in memory where he felt this powerless. Torture was what happened; even more so when someone (meaning Ky’lar) didn’t keep up to ‘family’ standards. Even so… it didn’t hurt as much as this. Not by a long  shot.}

_{So, the half-demon was just a little bit more agitated than usual. He could deal with pain -he had quite a tolerance for it- and  blood, but this was something else. His healing wasn’t even working as it should be – so, that spelled bad news. Especially for him.}

_{A hiss escaped his lips as the questions were asked; he could stand this. No, he had to stand this – he was better than this- and now  he just had to show it. Somehow and someway… he wouldn’t break. If he did? He’d endure worse than this in Hell and he wasn’t ready to deal with his family yet. Not today.}

_{“As long as it takes.” The answer was firm as his eyes closed tightly. “Hours, days, and even months. As long as it takes.” He was about say ‘do your worst’, but even Ky knew taunting wasn’t going to work in his favor this time around.}