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*Ice visibly shivered as he looked down at Corbin with undisguised lust*

So attractive when he's submissive, is he not? Of course, his pride and arrogance are only held back, behind a wall, his body only kneeling because his mind has closed down, but still.. the image ic quite quite lovely.
Indeed...
I could break you again Corbin... I could do it quicker. I could take you back to that cell. Turn it into an iso chamber... make you forget how to track time or sensation,, make the lightest touch a stiging slap after the abyss, rape you again until your walls wear down and leave your mind explosed... and Id enjoy it all over again. But...
He is like me. Pain isnt a negative. He embraces it.

*Bailey's eyes flared, and it was the coffee skinned brother who stepped forward to bring Corbin to his feet, taking control*

This way. You will follow my orders precisely. The place you are about to enter is sacrosanct to me and I will NOT tolerate you desecrating it.

*Turning on his heel, Bailey walked out of the room and into a dark passage, Ice rising to gesture Corbin to follow*

His sanctuary. His alter.

*The passage wound downwards for a good ten minutes before.. it opened out into a vast space, a inverted cathedral, the very walls made up of the still, lifeless bodies that stared from every direction, the path leading down amid pews strewn with bodies to the pulpit and alter. The alter was laid out with straps and tubes all over it, making it look like some alchemic mosnter about to rise. The aursa of thye place was opressive, painful, so bad even the greatest of masochists woudl squirm under the feel, as Bailey did indeed do, Ice looking distnctly more affected as he blanched and shook his head frequently to clear the feeling. Bailey for his part was ahead of them, stroking his fingers over the faces before him, many of them replicas of Ice, though the figures themselves were obviously not related to the pale ksinned brother at all, but there was Bailey's obsession, laid bare. He stopped when he came to the alter, and looked back to guage Corbin;s reaction to this most sick of spaces*

You've never been human, have you Corbin? Or mortal for that matter.

*The liquid, coffee eyes of the darker of the Anon brothers seemed to luminesce in this place, and again, Ice shuddered behind Corbin, before stepping out from behin dthe Diablerist and crossing the space to the slab Bailey stood by. Stroking his hands up it, thsi seemed to stablise the sadist, and he lightly kissed Bailey's neck as he glanced at Corbin, gesturing him to the slab*

Come, lay down. Bailey is more accomodating than me.
A matter of opinion. Lineage and Magra will NOT be required for this however...

*Hebrew writing lit up all over the walls as Bailey used the privalege Syn had been gifted and casually made sure Corbin's unique and unusual skills would NOT be used here. The opressive atmosphere only darkened further as the twins cleared the way for Corbin to slide onto the slab, into Bailey's usual position*

So much less entertaining when you're not cursing at me Corbin.... we'll soon change that.

*Ice whistled as Bailey again took over, moving to Corbins side, and almost tenderly slipping the soft restraints about the diablerists limbs. Each of these was made not of metal and locks, but rather, simple soft leather and buckles, easy to undo even by the person restrained. This then, was no true torture device, but rather a place someone came WILLINGLY to partake in whatever strange ritual it was Bailey enacted here.
The trutgh of it of course was that it was usually Bailey who would be on the slab, the restraints keeping him from thrashing while he partook of his preferred relaxation, but for Corbin....*

There will be some brief discomfort. After that... there will be agony.

*BAiley's soft smile was somehw worse than Ice's most evil grin, and as the Tzimisce moved back form gently securing Corbins ankles, wrists, neck and chest, he flicked a button on the edge of the alter.
Needles lanced through the stone, under Corbin, and into his body, connecting with the most painful points, digging into his spine, the base of the skull, and all down trhe periphary of his torso. These needles were the bizarre conveyance of Bailey's promise of pain and though there would be discomfort on having them rip into the body, they really were nothing compared to what was due to come next.
Again, a switch activated the next 'phase'. The needles reacted and the hoses and cables across the floor, winding from alter into wall thickened and pulsed with life.
And on the walls... the men and women came to life. The noise as their wails started up was deafening. The inverted nature of the cathedral was entirely designed to let the noise resonate, gain power and good god did it! Bailey smiled as this took place, then flicked the final switch.
Again, it was the needled who reacted, but this time it was backfeed. What shoudl happen was simple... connecting Corbin to the captured men and women through a direct connection from their minds to his, his consciousness shoudl be forced aside as theirs took over. Scenes of pain and suffering shoudl ensue, from THEIR point of view, for truly there is no fear or pain greater than the mortal fear of death and for the duration of this.... treatment... Cobin WOULD feel human. From each of their points of view. Feel teh crushing weight of soul and mortality, the ever present ticking and fear of death, coupled with the TERRIBLE things Bailey had made sure had happened to each before harvesting them for this.
Waiting for the effects to fully pull Corbin under, Bailey had every intention of then plugging himself in to experiance Corbins pain, and Ice? He had plans too, but for the moment, simply watched the young Diablerist... and grinned*

Bingo... may not be cursing at ME, but thats much better.

*Ice's tail flicked with pleasure as the sadist slid up onto the alter, sitting over Corbins hips a sthe Diablerist bucked and roared, this extra weight only forcing the needles deeper.
The masochist n the other hand, Bailey, sat himself leaning against the alter, the tip of another hose in his hand. Brazenly lying ON Corbn and dropping his head down, upside down, to Bailey, Ice grinned*

Still want to? I think it may be a bit much, even for you...
You attack his core for YOUR pleasure, do you really think I'll let such pain pass me by without enjoying it?
Of course. Sorry. Let me...

*Taking the cable from Bailey, Ice tilted his brothers head forward, then rammed the needle into the space between spine and skull, watching as Bailey tensed, and the cable pulsed and thickened with life. A few seconds later, he smiled as Bailey's face became one of tortured enjoyment, his own thrashing much reduced compared to Corbin's as Bailey ADORED these kinds of feelings, and even the roiling mess going on in Corbins head wasnt enough to truly hurt him*

Suppose I SHOULD go easy on you for at least pleasing my brother, DeSeer... but where would be the fun in that?

*Smirking as the eyes of the gathered men and women opened, Ice slid down the alter, knowing that what they saw, Corbin saw, meaning he would have amidst the pain and recalled experiances, a hive like view of himself, Bailey and Ice from every angle. And of what Ice was doing to him. Rape... was only the beginning*

*Ice laughed, crouching back on his haunches, releasing Corbin from his evil grip as he turned his head up to the captured men and women above, his own face looking back at him in many places, demanding release*

Oh sweetheart... you know I cant let you go yet... not until you beg. Not until you stop defying me and demanding. Ask me nicely my love... Caine, please ask me in that sweet voice....

*It was clear he was enraptured of the noise and the sight of corbin, thrashing on tjhe slab. Bailey for his part, opened his mouth with the rest, demanding release, then laughed aloud, squirming with his own pleasure as he enjoyed the pain and wrath from Corbin's mind, adding his own images of pain and suffering into those Corbin was already experiancing, including some TERRIBLE images of things Ice had done, both to him and others suspended in the walls.
Running his hands over Corbin's body, Ice let various changes ripple over the Diablerists skin, toying with him, hurting him, changing him to look a variety of ways, demeaning him with images of foes from his past, finally leaving him with Schneider's original deformations, before again taking Corbin physically, his tail flicking with pleasure*

Good boy...

*Grinning, still over Corbin, Ice reached over and pressed the switch that had initiated the gruesome rite and let the cables and coils fall away from Corbin, though he himself remained hovering over the Diablerist, to be the first thing he saw on waking. Deathly silence descended on the alter as the men and women once again fell silent... lifeless.*

SO beautiful sweetheart...
That... was delicious. You may have broken him this time Ice...
We'll see. Let us at least assume he will remember WHY messing with me is a bad idea...

*A cold hand carressed Corbin's cheek as Ice spoke, his smile angelic as he waited for the boy to respond to reality. At the same time, Bailey eased off some of the mental restraints on Corbin, giving back the comfort of Lineage and Magra though should the boy try to USE them against the brothers...*

Yes. Me.

*Cool, pink eyes followed Corbin as Ice dropped the short distance to crouch gargoyle like on the stone alter. His tail flickered behind him, Bailey still not trying to stand, the coffee skinned twin shaking still from the experiance just endured*

Want to mess with me again, Corbin? Still think its a good idea to antagonise me or toy with MY toys?

*He smiled slowly, darkly*

You are my obsession, sweetheart. I'm not going to suddenly go away and Im old enough to know some rather WONDERFUL things to do to you. Today, you get off lightly for pleasing my brother. Next time? It WILL be worse.

*Ice waved a hand, a portal appearing ahead of Corbin as the Tzimisce smirked and stretched*

As you wish princess. Bring the Queen home. I look forward to your success. Dismissed.

*The grin left in the dark as Ice allowed Corbin permission to leave was terrifying, but he did not let it linger on Corbin long, his attention turning to his twin as he slid from the alter*