[Victor|Ignatius|Xiphias]
"When time stands still be wary....because I'm the one who did it!"
wahmbulance I wasn't as descriptive as I could've been but it's still violent like always. So...this is my public warning announcement XD
Vix is just a very evil and sadistic character as you all know
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This may actually be less violent than that original torture post I did for him. He tried out some different moves on her. I did it this way to show how he treats his victims differently based on sex.
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I typed it over a period of several days soooooooooo yeah, I can't remember at the moment!! wahmbulance
As the young woman twitched as each electrified finger touched her skin she clenched her teeth trying not to scream. Apparently she was one of those stubborn women who didn’t want to give a man the satisfaction of knowing they’d gotten to her. No she wanted to hold out as long as possible before giving Vix that pleasure. She fought back the tears, knowing that this was only the beginning of what would surely be both the worst and last night of her short life. The once beautiful red head was now malnourished and dirty. Her once beautiful long red hair was now matted and home to thousands upon thousands of lice. She’d been in dungeons for awhile now and had given up on the possibility of escaping long ago. This was not her first encounter with Vix, though the others were not nearly as bad as this was going to be. No….during those sessions she knew she’d come out of it alive, this time was a different story. She knew this was the end by the look in his eyes. She wasn’t sure what he had planned but she knew that whatever was going on in the mind of that sick b*****d, would make Ol’ Azzy look like a damn saint!!!
She was right to assume that this would be her last night on earth. Vix planned for her death to be slow and so far beyond painful there aren’t words yet created to justly describe what she would be going through. His thoughts had to do with toying with her mind. He always loved completely violating his victims’ minds by replacing their memories with edited versions. The new versions were of course grotesque and horrifying. He usually did this with the happiest of dreams; he found that if they didn’t have a memory to lean on for support they tended to break faster. He was planning to dismember, disembowel, and destroy to say the least. There would be no possibility of recuperation. No….the prisoner that was sprawled out on the table naked would never see the light of day again or feel the warm of a lover’s kiss.
Vix’s kisses would certainly not qualify for the role of a lover, he was an amazing kisser…women got lost in those lips of his. But this woman was in too much pain for such things. Vix had no reason to do things to turn her on…she was a prisoner and he was going to do whatever the hell he wanted. Vix stood there and watched her chest rise and fall a great deal faster than normal as his electrified finger tips neared certain areas. His smile only widened…upping the voltage so she reacted even more. Whoever had decided that Vix should have the power to control and produce electric had of been a completely evil and sadistic b*****d to put such a power into the hands of someone like him.
After several minutes his hand would start heading farther north. Her breathing continued to speed up, her heart racing uncontrollably. He stopped every so often to jam his fingers in the more sensitive areas. “Now….” He spoke in a sadistic tone that was far worse than his usual sadistic tone. He smiled showing off those damned fangs of his, fangs that most people feared. His fangs had a very subtle red hint to them, stained from years of draining women, more importantly those pure blooded virgins. “Open your eyes or I’ll staple them open.” He hissed in a venomous tone, daring her to disobey. Which would be an idiot move seeing as he really would do it. Hell he’d probably do it even if she did cooperate.
Vix swung a leg over the table, straddling the table like a horse. He sat on her thighs, using his weight to keep her from moving. “Wiggle and struggle all you want…feels good to me.” Vix laughed manically as he spoke in a venomous yet seductive tone. He licked his lips as he placed a hand on either hip and slowly moved his rough hands up her body. His cold hands sent chills through her body as they moved up, moving to her arms with a smooth transition. He firmly grasped her wrists and held them down against the cold table she was laying on. Her eyes were closed tight, she was too afraid to look. She gasped for air when she felt his hot breath on her neck. His lips were pressed against her right ear….”Every memory in that precious little head of yours will soon be mine. I will alter every happy memory so as you lay on this table trying to think of something pure and joyful as an escape from the pain that will course through your body all you will find is ********!!!!! There will be no comforting thoughts, no light at the tunnel, you my dear are in my little version of hell, get ready it’s going to be a very ******** bumpy a** ride.”
He then licked the side of her face. She squirmed making him smile, “Mmmm…I like it when you wiggle. Now….OPEN YOUR ******** EYES!!!” He screamed as he sent a surge of electricity coursing through her body. She spit in his face as her eyes snapped open as her body attempted to flop around like a fish out of water. Vix kept her pinned to the table, she fought not to scream when her beautiful blue eyes met his piercing gold eyes. To her horror they started changing colors. His eyes were now a swirl of red, gold, purple, and black…it was like an explosion. Before she knew it her body went limp as Vix broke through the ‘walls’ she’d put up. Every thought she ever had suddenly overwhelmed her. Vix laughed like a maniac as he shifted through the piles of s**t. Puppies, flowers, daisies, ******** bubbles….girly s**t he didn’t care about. No he merely erased those memories replacing things like puppies with road kill, flowers with thorny bushes, and bubbles with maggots….etc. His smile widened as he found her more important memories.
The stuff he could really use, memories of family and friends. A particularly happy memory stood out seeing as it seemed she seemed to try and hide it from him. Through her eyes he could see her soul in its entirety. Everything she did was right there for him to use against her. This particular memory was very interesting….she seemed to be trying to think about it when he suddenly interrupted by taking over her dream. Vix now had control of her mind…he could make her think about anything he wanted. She was about to find out what it was like to be mind ********. The memory was about her with her mother in a field of flowers. They were skipping along collecting flowers…stopping every so often to roll around in the flowers. As Vix continued to scan her memories, they were mostly bubbly and happy thoughts. They ate ice cream, cookies, smelled flowers, and chased bunnies. The frown on his lips turned into a very sadistic smile. He then went to work, completely altering the memory. By doing this it was like dominos…you knock one over and it sets off a chain reaction. This memory would change all the others. Vix was about to erase everything really.
They went from running in the flowers to the mom being shot by a hunter. Headshot right in front of the little girl, she watched in horror as her mother died right in front of her. The hunter had freaked out and kidnapped the girl. He raped her and attempted to kill the little girl but she escaped. Vix made sure to make the memories of months being chained in the man’s basement very vivid and painful. After she escaped she find out her family was killed in a house fire, she was all alone. He made it appear that the fire had occurred while she and her mom were out picking flowers. The fire was the little girl’s fault, she’d killed her family. Least that’s what she’d think when she woke up. The memory would fade out. Vix then went to tweaking other memories. He altered her memory of working as a waitress into her being a hooker. He created memories of hundreds of men, when the woman woke up she’d think she was a dirty b***h who would spread her legs for a ******** cheeseburger off the damn dollar menu.
He made her think she’d had 4 miscarriages thanks to abuse by her husband, a former client. From there he had her thinking things like she was an animal killing, alcoholic, crack whore. He was having so much fun he didn’t want to stop but there wasn’t much more he could do. Vix broke eye contact with the girl; all the happy memories were gone suddenly replaced with memories of abuse, death, drugs, etc. She suddenly started crying and screaming, beginning for the fond memories of her mother back again. Vix laughed uncontrollably, “That’s what you get for spitting in my face…now, time for the real fun to begin.” As the girl kept trying to think of a happy moment the tears started flowing more and more like Niagara Falls when she realized there were none. All she knew was death and pain, she started to shake uncontrollably. She became sick to her stomach, trying not to vomit. She somehow knew she wasn’t really like that, deep down she believed that she wasn’t like that but all her memories said differently. She was having an internal battle that was ripping her apart. The poor girl didn’t know what to think, she fought to believe that she wasn’t a crack whore, family killing, slut…but the proof…she started going mad.
Vix continued to laugh like a maniac as he hopped off of her. His mind was only on her blood, he sure as hell didn’t give a damn about anyone outside. That included bird flu who was apparently pissed at Vix for how he spoke to him. Truth be told the offended twit should’ve been used to the younger vampire’s rudeness. Vix had never been known for showing respect to anyone really and that was because he didn’t give a damn. He enjoyed pissing people off, hell he usually enjoyed the punishments. It gave him ideas as to what he’d do to his victims later on. He knew Ravyn was someone that he should respect but truth be told, he didn’t give a rat’s a**. The guy was Azzy Wazzy little helper, that’s how Vix thought of him. Powerful yes…but a bird brained idiot nonetheless. Vix found the silent brute annoying, a perfect victim for Vix’s masterful smartass abilities. He could piss off the calmest of people. If it wasn’t for his astounding skill with torturing prisoners so they were an inch from death, which allowed him to extract every single drop of information possible…he probably would’ve been killed years ago by Azzy himself for all his insolent remarks.
But such things weren’t going to distract Vix, no…for now he was all about the little b***h on the table. He was ready as he looked at her, a sinister twinkle in his eyes as he licked his lips. “All that experience…this should be good, “he smiled a murderous grin on his face as he got ready for what would normally take a long time. This part of the torture wouldn’t take as long as usual seeing as Vix was hungry, that hunger being the main thing behind his actions. Yes, he planned on taking his time with her but not as much as usual. She started crying even more…”Oh please, those better be tears of joy….they usually are.” He licked his lips as he jumped his victim. “This is going to be painful, it’s going to take a long time and I promise you….you aren’t going to enjoy it, well, not all of it at least.” She had no chance to beg for her release when she suddenly gasped for air. Between the electricity and being tossed around like a rag doll it was mostly a blur…..especially thanks to her head being rammed into the wall with enough force that not only did her head crack open SO DID THE ******** WALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Vix watched as she slumped to the floor, he enjoyed watching her as she struggled over to the corner. The woman had curled up in a fetal position, crying uncontrollably. She’d been screaming so much that for a few minutes she couldn’t speak. Vix adjusted himself a bit before taking a few steps towards her, a murderous glint in those eyes of his. She started to shake uncontrollably from shock, pain, a combination of the two, or just from pure fear was anybody’s guess. Vix liked to think it was a ‘all of the above’ type thing. He would suddenly reach for her, grabbing her by the throat forcefully. He lifted her off the ground, her back still pressed forcefully against the wall. His grip on her neck would tighten, threatening to choke the life right out of her. Not that Vix would do such a thing, oh no…he had much bigger plans for her. Chocking was just too damn easy in his mind.
Vix would then yank her off the wall, over his head and slamming her into the table. Her body would hit the table with so much impact that her head dented the metal a bit. The crack in her skull widening a bit, several ribs broke, and her left shoulder had been knocked completely out of socket. Vix watched her go limp as she drifted into unconsciousness. A few volts of electricity fixed that, “No way in hell are you getting off that easy.” She wanted to cry but no longer could; the woman was completely out of tears. She was exhausted in a insane amount of pain. Her head was pounding; it felt as if her head as in a bass drum and some b*****d was hitting the drum head with a ******** jackhammer. It didn’t help that she was also weak from blood loss thanks to her head wound.
Vix smiled deviously, “Now….before we continue with this little trip down pain lane, I need a snack.” His fangs extended and before she had time to blink the fangs had sunk into the soft flesh of her neck. Vix bit down hard intoxicated by the delicious taste of blood, his hand would slide down her backside before firmly grabbing her a**. He’d done all this without refilling; now she was supplying him with the very thing that would allow the torture to go on for hours and hours. Unfortunately, her being human she needed a certain amount of blood to live and at the moment Vix was slowly taking that life force from her by force. Her skin would begin to pale, her finger tips and toes were blue. Her brain was working to compensate for the lack of blood by only allowing blood flow to specific areas….the organs needed for the body to survive and nothing else. Lucky for her she was dying anyways so it didn’t matter that if she lived she would have to endure surgery to amputate both her arms and legs.
Vix had to force himself to release her neck, he licked his lips making sure to get every last drop. Such delicious blood should never be wasted!!! Now that he had drained her the woman was quickly running out of time. Vix would have to work fast to ensure she suffered all the way to the end. He turned his back away from her long enough to pick up a tray of surgical instruments. During that time she struggled to a sitting position, propping herself up with one hand as the other clutched a bloody key. Little did she know it was a key that earlier that very day had assisted in cutting off a man’s family jewels. Apparently the cleaning crew had missed it; what exactly she thought the key could do to Vix was anybody’s guess but after all she was desperate. When Vix turned around to see her sitting he merely chuckled as he set the tray down on a rolling table. He could a glimpse of a hand rocketing towards his chest.
She was apparently going to try and stab him in the heart with a key, ironically enough. Vix caught her hand at the last second; his bone crushing grip broke every bone in her hand thus forcing her to release the key. She screamed in pain, the scream was a great deal louder than her other screams. This made Vix smile like a mad man, “Sorry to disappoint, looks like that isn’t the key to my heart. As if such a simple thing could harm me…my my you are desperate. What’s truly amusing is the fact that you still have a false hope that you will somehow get out of here alive.” He laughed some more as he picked up a scalpel. His hand was a mere blur as he suddenly made a slashing motion, making a long cut across her chest. He made a few more cuts, each of which made her scream even more…several of the cuts were to the face, chest, etc.
He then used his chain to inflict a great deal of pain as well. He kept swinging with all the force he could muster, each swing brought him one step closer to his victims death. After awhile he quickly wrapped around her neck and jerked her down….he used the rest of the chain to bind her arms and legs, he hogged tied her. He smiled, “Now if only I had an apple to put in your mouth!!!!!” He pulled a small mirror out of a drawer to show her what she looked like. She’d screamed so much that her throat was not only raw but she was coughing up what little blood was left in her. Vix smashed the mirror over her head before grabbing a hold of the chain. He knew would be dead in a few minutes anyways so he decided that she’d die by electrocution rather than a simple thing like blood loss. So he sent enough electricity coursing through her body to kill ten men. Her body jerked and twitched for several minutes, which were minutes filled with squeaks and hacking coughs.
When all was said and done he laughed a bit more before removing his socks, rolling them into a ball and putting them in her mouth. They were red so it would work, the socks were supposed to represent a apple seeing as he didn’t have one with him. He tossed his ripped shirt over his shoulder, along with his jacket. The pale vampire stepped out of the room, glancing back at his ‘pig’ one last time before exiting completely. He looked around for another victim…perhaps I’ll bite Saava. I could use some more blood. Oh I could bite Julio!!!!!!!! I’ll drain the gay out of him, ha…to bad Saava wouldn’t go for that idea. I bet that little shits blood tastes very good, not as good as his father’s mind you. Vix continued to debate on who to bite as he started walking towards the front of the dungeons where he figured Saava would be. Vix had healed, though he was still covered in blood both the ‘pig’s’ and his. The piggy goes we we all the way home...he chuckled a bit, I want bacon now... “So Saava, who’s next on the list…I’m still hungry.” He spoke in a loud tone so the dragon could hear no matter where the hell he was. Hopefully he was knocking some sense into his pathetic excuse for a son. Vix doubted it seeing as he didn’t hear any screaming. The vampire was also curious to see if Ravyn was still down in the dungeons, surely the bird branded annoyance had other s**t to do!!! The guy was a buzz kill really. The vampire pocketed his hands and let out a roar/yawn of sorts followed by a bit of lip licking. The insane b*****d with insatiable hunger was quickly becoming bored with, which is never a good thing. What to do what to do?
[3,401 words....bwahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!
I think I've finally lost my mind.
I refuse to reread that DX
I'll go cross eyed, I'll be happy to type up a summary for anyone who has no desire to read allll that XDDDDDDD
I had to do a good bit of editing before I posted it, x.X not exactly how I pictured it but whatevah!!! It's 3:30 in the morning and I'm going to go pass out now!!
All that took a few hours for Vix to do sooooooooooo XDDDDDDDDD technically he should be walking out to find Ravyn long gone and Saava has started I dunno..degaying his son or something. rofl ]
"They say time heals all wounds, I find that funny seeing as I use time to create wounds, sadness, and death."
