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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 5, 2008 23:06:06 GMT -5
Red felt the cuffs being put on to his wrists and winced at how tight the first one was, struggling to not be taken he felt the other after having his arm taken behind his back. It wasn't that he was scared or anything but he wasn't really looking forward to be some form of captive. This was bad and the Red spy knew it now, or so he thought he did.
There was a hang around his neck, well throat really. Shit. He knew this method all too well and was nowhere near fond of the idea. He began to thrash, trying to ignore the pain in his wrists. Then things started to fade slowly as he was gasping for air. Then it all went dark soon.
(Ack is a short reply!)
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Post by Khaki on Nov 6, 2008 21:50:35 GMT -5
Francois tugged the man over his shoulder once he had calmed enough to not strangle the bastard to death. The sirens slowly coming toward him urged him into the sewers, tossing his limp burden down with no regard to how much it'd hurt the other spy come waking time. He clambered down after him, taking off after re-establishing a place on his shoulder. This bastard was fucking heavy. Not a problem at the moment, however, with adrenaline still pumping through his veins. This guy was gonna be one sorry spy when he woke up.
Tracking back to the airport he arranged an immediate flight, making sure to keep this guy out. When he got back to his shop he locked down everything, no one could get in now, not even if they tried. And no sneaky bastards were getting out either. He tied the man to his anvil, belly down. Hands pressed flat to the floor, his legs ending up bound straight to the cold metal. Ah the number of things he could do to this man now that he was completely at his mercy....but first....to let him wake up.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 6, 2008 22:01:35 GMT -5
Red was starting to come back around. He didn't want to wake up, his body was aching all throughout his back or so he could feel as he drew a deep breath that was cut short and turned into a burdened cough. "Shit..." He thought, wincing, then he noticed around his head ache that he was bound to something and he could feel something cold with his hands.
Preying that it would be dark where ever he was he began to open his eyes and struggled to keep them open, even the amount of light in the room made him wish he was still out cold. He tried to hold onto his head with no hands as he was hit with a slight dizzy spell. His throat was dry, raspy and he could remember being choked until loosing his first remembrance of being conscious. He tried to see if he recognized any of his surroundings but with no luck did he know where he was. Laying his head back down he thought it would be okay to re attempt to breath. He did and was relieved not to nearly die from doing so he made his first mistake by groaning at the pain then biting his lip for being so stupid.
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Post by Khaki on Nov 6, 2008 22:28:24 GMT -5
"Awake, bon." He leaned against the anvil where the spy was tied up, his hands busy lighting a cigarette. "We're going to play a game...its called 'Scream'. I'll poke and prod you, until your throat all but bleeds from your shouting...sound like fun?" He brought his sledgehammer up from the floor, pacing around the man, and tilting his head up painfully so he could see his face. 'Course if this bastard did get away, which he doubted, letting him see his face...Fuck it, he diodn't care if this bastard found out his personnel records. Let the fucker know who he was dealing with. "Wanna start playing now?" He allowed a pause then a sneered "Good."
His hand came up and he brought the heavy metalworking sledgehammer down on Red's right hand. This was just the beginning...taking the hands away from the bastard who had killed his 'brother'. By the time he was done, he would surely have this man in tears and begging. Then mnaybe he'd kill him. Maybe. It depended on how generous he felt after he was done exacting his revenge.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 6, 2008 22:42:27 GMT -5
Red watched the man thinking of himself as being all too proud to scream, thinking that sledge hammer would be of no threat in all actuality then bam! He yelled, not really screamed at him as He tried to withdraw his newly crushed hand from the assaulter. His eyes wide raging in pain and slight anger from being stimulated so.
He was putting up a small struggle, it was a natural human instinct to try and get away from what was causing one that pain. Finally managing to open his eyes just a slit Red gave the best damn glare he could with slight tears welling up in his eyes from the first blow. He could feel the throbbing pain that once was his right hand and dared not to look at anything but him. If he did die at this mans hands surely he would haunt him for all eternity, which would be granted either way. The Spaniard hissed as him wriggling again to try and get free wincing when the pain in his hand was just that much harder to bare with all his commotion.
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Post by Khaki on Nov 6, 2008 22:56:04 GMT -5
Francois twisted the sledgehammer in his hands, then raised it above his head, bringing it down as hard as he could on the man's left hand. Prone and unable to move thanks to his tying job. "You took a man I loved away from me..." The Frenchman said, his light accent twisting its way through his words. "And you'll pay for it too..." He let the sledgehammer rest on the floor as he plucked a branding iron from the fire pit nearby. His single green eye on the man's prone body. The other's clothes were in the way he decided...putting the white hot poker back in the coals as he picked a knife from his workbench.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 6, 2008 23:05:24 GMT -5
Another yell this time there was a hint of more agony in it, damn his throat had already been sore. Well fuck this wasn't a good situation, keeping his eyes shut tight to try and hold back any possible tears of pain he drew shaky breaths, peaking out of one eye every so often just to know what was going on. The throbbing of his hands was bare able for now but he'd defiantly get that looked at later, he wasn't too worried, he had the will to if need relearn how to use them.
He saw the Frenchman over by the fireplace and tried to withdrawal from where he was but it was a failed attempted. He tried to calm his breathing, heart attacks weren't good though he had never had one before so he wouldn't know what to expect. Lowing his head to let his neck rest did he listen intently at what was going on, trying to figure out before it was too late.
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Post by Khaki on Nov 6, 2008 23:15:54 GMT -5
The knife deftly cut through the mans clothes, leaving them in strips by his hands, and ankles. Nothing left to him. Humiliation was a great psyche tool after all, and what was worse than being exposed...well...plenty of things. But for now it would do. He then set the knife back down, going to the oven. The brand came back out, his singular green eye on Red. "Now...where do I want to mark you..." He moved back over, the steel inches from the others skin, enough for him to feel its blistering heat..."How about...." He dug the brand into the others hip, a hissing sizzling and stench of burned flesh filled the room. He didn't pull it away until it was black once again...and back into the fire it went.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 6, 2008 23:34:31 GMT -5
Red didn't mind being exposed, on the contrary he was rather proud of his body, the large tattoo on his back would inform of his old bull fighting days as it was of a matador with his outfit and red cap with a bull, all colored in too, oh he loved showing that thing off. He felt his entire body tense up as he tired to get away from the heat he could feel radiating from the branding iron.
He yelped painfully as it made contact with his skin struggling horribly to try and get away from Francois, hissing and snarling to try not to make that horrid scream or yelp. At any rate his throat was burning and he wished he was else where, anywhere rather than there. He wanted most to be in his lovers arms, oh wait, he no longer had a lover to go back to. There it was a tear was sliding down his cheek, this pain was too much, he wanted to get out but saw no reason to. Gritten his teeth he wept silently, hiding his face, no longer did he care what happened to him, he felt like death would be a warm welcoming for him now.
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Post by Khaki on Nov 8, 2008 0:44:14 GMT -5
Either this man was pulling his leg...or there was much more behind these tears. His singular eye watched Red for a long moment before jerking his face to where he could see it, to watch his tears fall. Gently the pad of his thumb wiped away the trail of tears on his face. The tension in his shoulders was gone, and the light of pained rage was gone from his eyes. "...don't cry..." He managed softly. Dammit...crying always was his undoing...he sighed faintly under his breath without meaning to, looking over the others crushed hands and the oozing wound he had burned into the man's flesh. How far had he been going to go? Had the man not cried so readily...
"Je ne peux pas me tenir pleurant...." Came the soft murmur came as the redhead dropped to his knees in front of the other. The other man's cheek was warm under his hand and wet...reminding him this man had shed tears, most likely because of himself...but honestly there had to be another reason for it as well. A spy never cried until they absolutely couldn't hold themselves together anymore.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 8, 2008 0:56:44 GMT -5
Red shook his head, trying to get free, he squirmed more still being bound. "Don't....." He started trying to sound as though everything was going to be okay but failing miserably the more he spoke. "Please don't feel pitty for me...." He looked down adverting his eyes away as much as he could. "Do commence with what you were doing....That pain is easier to live with..." He murmured.
He sounded broken, he hadn't spoken about his relationship issues with anyone since he had told his ex lover not to come back to him, even though he didn't know this guy it seemed like everything would be okay telling him. "I don't want anyone else. I want nothing more in life, nothing more from life at that. You want to take it so badly then go ahead...I won't mind." He said solemnly, this was no longer an agent, it was an empty shell at the moment.
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Post by Khaki on Nov 8, 2008 1:18:09 GMT -5
Oh good...the guy he'd gone and hurt was suicidal. Fucking wonderful huh? The Frenchman just gently wiped the tears away. This was obviously much more than him. What had he walked into this time? "I can't kill you now." And he couldn't. The guy had cried, it tugged at his heartstrings, whatever was left of them. Gently he released his face, his hands undoing the knots on the man's hands, gently as to avoid hurting him further.
His stomach felt sick, realizing he had really done some damage to this person...this person he didn't even know! Sure...Gustav was gone, he'd never be able to tell him how he felt now...and maybe that was for the best.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 8, 2008 1:27:28 GMT -5
Red shrank away, he was getting used to this withdrawal from society thing, it wasn't so bad. Yea he would drink just a little more by himself, smoke more to relieve stress but it was okay, right, it was normal... He laid there in fetal position examining his hands. Damn they looked pretty rough, they still throbbed but physical pain was better than a broken heart.
He watched as his pinky finger twitched on his own, thinking back, he hadn't ever been like this before. Ever really, he had been relatively happy when he had something to call his own other than his car and what not. He was a relationship kinda guy now and it was eating him alive.
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Post by Khaki on Nov 8, 2008 2:12:20 GMT -5
The Frenchman watched him uncertainly, and then moved gently, touching above the man's wrist. He had really mangled this man's hands. It made him feel bad, even if this wasn't really the time nor place to do so..."Who has made you feel this way?" He suddenly blurted out. Oh, way to go genius. This guy wasn't gonna want to talk to him, hell he'd hurt him, pretty bad too...judging by the two bullet wounds, the branding, and his hands...man...this is what happened when he lost control of himself...His singular eye met Red's eyes, wondering exactly what was going on really.
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Post by ShadesofGrey on Nov 8, 2008 22:45:37 GMT -5
Red tried to pull away, he didn't want contact, he could still feel the throbbing of his hands and the bleeding of the bullet wounds. Maybe he would get luck and bleed out rather than having to live on. He saw no point in it anymore, Paulie had been his only reason to live. Glancing at the Frenchman he didn't budge, taking a deep breath. "I..." He tried to start, someone had told him before that talking would be a good thing and make you feel better. "You wouldn't care, it's my sob story anyway..." He said with hardly any tone to his voice, there was no glint behind his eye, he was like a sack of meat that was still living.
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