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*Ice reached forward with his massive jaws and closed them gently around Iden's neck. The power vibrating within the beast was massive, bones parting to let him through.

He walked over to the opposing wall, DARING Iden to fight him. If nothing untoward happened, he woudl shove Iden into the wall, front first, and wait for the bones to seal around his neck, wrists, ankles et al to hold him in place*

*Ice bit down harder, but Brujah Potence was always stronger than Potence in the other clans. As he felt his jaw bones begin to shatter and break, Ice shifted his hand back to humanoid, reached out to the side and grabbed a set of chains off the floor.
Flinging his arm forwards as Iden fought with his broken mouth, Ice aimed simply to make the chains wrap around Iden anywhere it could, letting the Haemox do its work. Namely... crippling him.

Of course... Ice was enjoying Iden's resiatnce. He coudl have ended it in seconds, but giving the boy illusions of breaking free... well, the aim was to KEEP him fighting. It justified everything he intended to do when he stopped*

*Ice didnt care. The haemox was the key here, it would wear IDen slowly but surely and with him sat, Ice's latest trick - shaking himself like the dog he was as he shed his form and letting needles of his hollow haemox hair fly in every direction, was likely to work.

Ice actually walked away. He only had to wait for Iden to fall limp and so in the mean time... he started prepping his tables, setting out needles and... a tattoo gun?*

*Once he was ready, Ice sauntered back over to Iden, smirking as he looked down at the kid. His fingers came under Iden's chin, forcing his head up and he leant in to force a kiss on the boy.

Smirking at Iden's plight, he dragged the chains off him, sliced the needles off his front and lifted him like a rag doll*

Dont get complacent kid... I aint gonna rape you until you can feel me again. Doing you now... that wouldnt be fair. I want you to be ABLE to struggles...

*His voice was purring as he carried Iden to the table he'd been preparing, dumping him down on his back on the bone, starting to secure his wrists, ankles, etc*

At least this wont hurt...

*Ice finished restraining him, then tore away his pants and boxers, leaving him quite literally starkers.
He hopped up on the table, then ran his hands down Iden's body, enjoying every inch of his shape, his flesh, his bone structure. Almost as if he was memorising it. Prehaps he was.
Hsi hands then slid INTO Iden's flesh, removing the last tip sof the spikes, covering the damage the excess haemox had done, restructuring Iden until even his minor imperfections like freckles, moles, dimples, scars... were all gone. When Ice was all done exploring his captive, Iden would have one model of the year contests. He was... perfect. Like he'd been airbrushed. *

Beautiful.... NOW you're worthy of me. Lets get to work, shall we?

*Ice sat next to the table, turning Iden's hip until he could easily access the small space between belly button and groin. He was going to tattoo the kid. *

Any last words?

This will be slow and painful.

*Ice held up the tattoo machine. The needle... was EPICLY long. *

Standard black ink with a hint of Haemox. This will tattoo through every layer you have, right down to your intestines, whats left of them. Just so you know... you rip it out and miss even the slightest bit, the hole will never close. If you excise too much of your own stomach whe I finally let you go, you risk losing your internal organs and failing to process blood properly.

*Then, he pushed Iden's hips down, leant over, and started inking.The machine had obviously been modified for this very activity, moving unlike any normal machine over his skin, leaving its dark mark in its wake. It looked like an inverted and upside down T - a simple shape which proved to be Kanji. Ice waited to see if Iden knew what it meant after he was done, while working on his own body in the same place. HIS though, was more like a rising pyramid of lines through a central pillar.*

Your choice...

*Ice smirked. Iden was being stoic. It wouldnt last. When he was done, Ice moved over the boy once again. His tongue trailed over the new ink, his acidic saliva no doubt a major aggravation. His hands moved upwards, and under his fingers, Iden's skin darkened, pigment shifting in his flesh, spreading tribal designs painlessly up the neonates sides until Ice waslaying over him, arms folded on his chest, staring down into Iden's eyes*

Im going to move you and make you a living art piece in a moment. You will not be able to move, if you fight, you will only hurt yourself. When Im done remodelling you to a shape I desire, I will pin you to a bench and rape you until you scream. If you dont scream for me, I will just keep on going until you DO.
After that, I'm going to start deforming your insides until trying to move rips you open. As soon as you beg, I will stop and put you back to normal. If you dont beg... when Im done, I will rape you again, until you acquiesce.
After that, Im going to chain you up and leave you with my little pets up there. Three days will pass. By then, you shoudl be starved almost to torpor. Then I will teach you to beg without the physical threats. You will beg for sustenance. If you refuse, I will flog your flesh from your bones. Give in to torpor, I will feed you just enough to wake you and then repeat the process until youlearn.
After THAT... I will unchain you. give you a small gift for our time together and let you go home. I'll even take you if you so desire.
So. You give in and obey me, my servant, and you get to go home a lot quicker and in a lot less pain. Fight, and you will end up tha same way but a LOT more hurt and mentally scarred. Do you understand?