Come into my parlour... (closed for Ravvyn)

[Ravvyn]

Anxiety and fear stripped her of her voice as he pulled the knife out, her eyes widened and she struggled in the restraints even more despite the futility. Her movements stopped the second the knife pressed against her cheek. The blade dug in with very little pressure, she felt blood seep out and run in streaks down her cheek. She didn't want to ask more questions, didn't want to get hurt anymore but it seemed there was nothing she could do, one way or another something would happen to her. When he asked her if she was wicked she didn't know how to answer to please him. If there was a way at all. The blade pressed further in and her head instinctively pulled away. Her eyes falling to the floor.

"No... no..." She tried to form it in a sentence but could only manage the one word. Now almost wishing he still had the mallet in hand.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

He whispered in her ear

"No? You do not feel sorry for the dog you ran over Kate?"

He was toying with her, her fear was palpable and so much fun. Maybe she would be the first to leave this chamber alive...but then again, if she knew too much he couldn't let her go.

"Dogs also have a right to live too you know"

He pulled the knife from her cheek and ran his tongue over the light cut. Her blood tasted good, he wondered if guilt wasn't carried in the blood. He moved his mouth closer to her ear

"Ask me something Kate, or you will not live to regret it"

 

[Ravvyn]

The incident with the dog was years in her past and not something readily available, how could he possibly know that? It really was impossible. She prayed other secrets of her path weren't apparent to him, she had many regrets. She cringed, repulsed by him as his tongue ran over her cheek before moving to her ear. He again threatened her, a threat she knew was far from empty. She didn't know what to ask, the journalist in her had been swallowed by the fear.

It was a matter of life or death however and she needed to ask something, she reached deep into her mind to find the words to ask the most prudent question of the moment.

"How... how could you possibly know about the dog? Nobody... nobody knows about that. How can you know these things about me?" Her voice infected by desperation. The mention of Dracula under normal circumstances would have been the source of a million questions but her mind was blocked from forcing them out of her.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

Running the knife's edge along the seam of her top, the threads fell away as the blade left a shallow cut all the way from her neck down her arm as the top fell away, revealing the skin underneath.

"I told you that I do my homework, if you want particulars, you have to be more specific"

He rested the knife on her other shoulder and slowly slid it down the seam

"But let me indulge you this once. Gregor for all his lack of many traits is a master into cracking codes and getting information from the internet. Everything gets reported Kate, even the running over of a family dog and you looked so sad on that photo. Were you sad Kate?"

He grinned

"And what else do you think Gregor would dig up for me?"

His eyes hardened

"Maybe that you lied to me? That you are wicked?"

The tip of the blade dug a bit deeper into her skin as her top fell down to her midriff, exposing her torso to him

 

[Ravvyn]

It was all Kate could do to bite her lower lip to avoid screaming or moving as his knife cut through her clothing like butter, leaving a steady streak of shallowly sliced skin in it's wake. He then broke skin repeating his effort on the other side, her shirt now draped around her abdomen. Her modesty was far from a concern right now as she struggled to fight back the pain of being his own personal jack-o-lantern.

"Yes, yes I was sad. I loved him, it was an accident." The words came out in a high-pitched yelp. She didn't know what else he would know about her but she feared her own past now more than ever before. He couldn't possibly know about her tryst with one of her college teachers who had basically blackmailed her for sexual favours, that wasn't reported to anyone. She had been too embarrassed to ever speak up on it. That however was only one of many things she wasn't fond of herself over.

"I don't understand.... what do you want from me?" She cried out, desperate to stop him from using the knife any longer.

"I.. I'm not wicked.. I'm not bad..." She pleaded through tears, hoping he would listen that there was some humanity inside him that could save her from this torture.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

He handed the knife back and leaned forward, his hands on her lower arms, leaning close, hissing into her face

"What else is there Kate? You are holding back something and I want to know what it is. Want me to pull it out of you? Fine! I will then"

He held out his hand and a scalpel got placed in his palm, his fingers twirled it with practiced ease and he looked down at her.

"Tell me Kate, you could save yourself allllllll this pain, but you wish not to ask your questions, you wish to not tell me what I want to know"

He rested the tip of the scalpel on the web of skin between her index and middle finger, his intentions quite clear.

 

[Ravvyn]

"I don't kn... know..." Her tears flowing freely, hands trembling and shaking in her fear.

"P...pl...please....d...don't. Te.. tell me what ... y.. you want.. to know... please. I'll do any.. anything you want. Please... don't... h...hurt me..." Her heart was pounding her whole body now shaking like a tremor. Whatever he wanted her to say she would say, whatever he wanted her to do she would do. She was already at his mercy but now she wanted to please him if it would mean saving her further suffering.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

"Tell me what you are hiding from me Kate"

He pressed down with the scalpel, the point starting to slowly dig into her flesh

"You don't want to be hurt do you? Just tell me what else there is, what isn't on record. I know there is something, not everybody is so pure and walk around with a chip on their shoulder"

 

[Ravvyn]

Kate didn't know where to start, she didn't know what to say so she just started saying everything. Leaving no detail she could remember out.

"My dad as long as I can remember never was close to me. He always wanted a boy, he would never say it but I knew he did. I could never do anything to satisfy him, to make him truly proud. We fought on the day I hit my dog, I was so... so angry and crying I couldn't see him run out in front of me. In university I was an honour student but one teacher, he wouldn't be satisfied. He would always grade me lower than what he knew I deserved. He... he used it as leverage, said he would fail me if I didn't sleep with him. He made me do horrible things to satisfy his sick mind. Made me promise not to tell, took pictures and said that if I did he would send those pictures to wherever I worked to show them how I made my grades. My boss at the newspaper just thought I couldn't do a real story, said I was a liability on big news cases. He made me write about girl-oriented stories to keep his sexist power over me. I wanted to prove I was good, wanted to be a real journalist. I wanted to... I want to... I just want to go home now." Her long spiel was rife with stutters and pauses to stop her tremoring voice. She prayed it would satisfy him, that he would accept her offering.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

"So you slept with your professor.."

He pushed and pulled, cutting through the skin and soft tissue fiber in one move, he knew that there wasn't much pain. The gloved hand appeared from next to Kate and dripped a concoction on the wound. Vlad knew that it would burn like hell, but it would close the wound and prevent infection. He walked around her to the back of her chair

"When you should rather have gone to the dean or even student council. Seems like you not only didn't need much convincing, you also wanted to do it"

He leaned in, his lips next to her ear

"So Kate would you fuck me if I promised not to hurt you any further?"

 

[Ravvyn]

She watched the scalpel dig into her skin but the pain of that paled in comparison to the liquid he poured on the wound which seared like acid. She didn't know how to respond to his comment about going to the Dean. It was more complicated than that, she had no proof. He was a renowned journalist in his own right, he would have spun it against her. He had the Dean's ear. She thought of saying all those things but instead remained silent, wanting to deny to him that she wanted it. It was the most degrading time of her life.


"So Kate would you fuck me if I promised not to hurt you any further?"


It was a trick question for certain. If she said yes he would punish her for being so willing to part with the use of her body, if she said no he might harm her for the rejection. He had once said he would let her go and that promise was empty. She could make no commitment to him knowing that he had no intention of allowing her to leave. In a powerless role she did the only thing she could do to ignore his question. She asked him one.

"Is that what you want? No girl would willingly fuck you so you torture them until they agree? That's what this is all about isn't it. You're just bitter that society rejected you. You limp fuck." It probably wasn't the brightest idea to attack him as she did but in that brief moment her pain converted to anger and she needed to lash out at him, even knowing the recourse would be severe.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

Finally! He got her to lash out and that brought a chuckle to the fore as he rested his forearms on the back of the sturdy chair, swinging the scalpel in front of her face as he pinched it between his fingers

"I don't need to torture people to get sexual gratification, but it does make it interesting"

He looked down at her and smiled

"And no this is not what I want, but what I want I will not get from you, because I know your type. You are so willing to prove you are superior that you will go to certain lengths to achieve your goals"

He held the scalpel still and then went on

"Let me get this straight, you asked two questions and I answered both. Tell you what Kate, if you can say "Fuck you" and make it sound like you hate me with every fiber of your being I will not hurt you and you will be free to ask another question"

 

[Ravvyn]

What did he know? He was some psychotic low-life, some unabashed serial killer with a yang for breaking down his victims mentally and physically before ending them. She knew he would torture her until he could get off on the state of mind he created in her. It wouldn't be hard to say fuck you in a convincing fashion as she did hate him with every fiber. Every inch of her wanted to cause him the pain he was causing her and then some.

"I won't play your games. I won't let you get off on breaking me, you can go to hell." She was intoxicated by her rage, pushing aside her fear of the pendulum-like motion of the scalpel swinging in front of her.

"Fuck you." She didn't say it for his promises, she said it only to defy him. To let him know what she thought.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

"Be careful of anger Kate, when it leaves you are left with nothing"

He moved to face her again, he crouched down

"And you will play my game or I will just slit your throat and watch you bleed to death. You are in no position to try and defy me and the faster you realize that, the faster you can leave. Try to anger me and you will die. Now what is your next question"

 

[Ravvyn]

Her previous bravado subsided, again replaced by immense fear. The threat of being bled to death helped to reinstate that. Kate did her best to keep a brave face while trying to conjure up another question. She wasn't nearly as tough as she had tried to portray to him and above all else she didn't want to die. Not like this, not at his hand.

"Okay... okay... I'm.. I am sorry..." She said as a way of both deterring his wrath and buying more time to ponder a question.

"Wha... what if I do what you want, anything you want? If I fulfill every... fantasy... of yours, will you let me go? If you know I will never say a word to anyone?" It was worth a shot, what did she have to lose other than more blood, some body parts and her life?

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

He carefully considered her questions, gently thumbing the edge of the scalpel.

"No I would not let you go as it would all be forced, no real affection, that would make me that limp fuck you accused me to be mere moments ago. But if you do your work and pay in a bit of pain for each question, you may make it out of this house alive, maybe not fully in one piece and maybe less a bit of blood, but you will be alive"

He stepped closer to her

"Three questions, three slashes"

With almost blinding speed he made his moves and her bra fell from her, the straps holding the cups up and the strap that held the cups together slashed neatly, and not one mark on her skin. He admired her breasts for a while and then sighed

"Such a pity we could not have met under other circumstances, you do look like quite the lady to get to know better"

He turned away from her, his back towards her

"Next question"

 

[Ravvyn]

This scenario was reading out of the Saw movie playbook, she saw no other option but to fulfill what he wanted, he would hurt her regardless so she had to do what she came to do. Break the story. She gathered her thoughts, laying out the questioning and trying to incorporate as much into each question as she could. His mention of three lashes made her mind go blank however and she squeezed her eyes shut as he sliced at her. There was no new pain however, she gradually opened her eyes to see he had cut her bra off but didn't make a mark on her. She felt sick to her stomach as he admired her bare chest, commenting on different circumstances. She couldn't fathom ever finding a situation that would make her enjoy being in his presence.

"Okay Jigsaw. You want questions. So you told me why, you do what you do. You think you're some deranged superhero balancing out the universe. You weren't born that way so what happened that caused you to be this way?" She almost asked another question but reminded herself to be efficient as to minimize the backlash. In some strange perverted manifestation of pity she truly wondered what sob story brought him to this point. That same pity made her think how lonely he must have been and that all this was just a cry for attention. For him to say 'look at me. I exist.' and have someone ask him why. For someone to care about why.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

"My parents fell to the hands of a mad man, he claimed to be deranged and was sent to an institute. He hung himself...with help"

He threw the scalpel at the door, it pegged into the wood and he turned on her, his face deadly intent.

"You think I'm crazy, that you would never be able to like me. You and many other who sat in that chair thought those things, the others even voiced it, spitting it out like venom darts, but in the end that rage broke and they ended up begging, trying to take back those words"

He suddenly smiled

"But you didn't say such things, sure you said other things, but then again...you're just human"

Without warning the gloved fist shot out of the shadows and hit Kate square on the jaw; rocking her to one side. Vlad stepped closer and stared at her

"Next question"

 

[Ravvyn]

As far as punches go, it was vicious and painful as far as torture implements she was grateful that she only received he punch. Still it took her moments to stop wincing from the pain and be sure he hadn't broken something in her face. She felt she was getting somewhere, his revelation of his parents loss gave her a new opening and empathy may have become her best weapon.

"That must have made you angry, your parents being killed. I understand how you would feel. I never met my mother and my father passed away a couple years ago. Though not in such a tragic fashion as your own. I am glad that there was justice done to the man who robbed you of your parents. I really am." She spit out some blood-filled saliva on the floor, careful not to spit it on him though if she still wanted to be defiant that would have been an option.

"But after he died you realized it wasn't enough. That evil hadn't suffered enough to satisfy the pain you will carry the rest of your life. You needed to ensure that nobody else would feel the pain you do. The burden was on you to rescue victims of crime from evil, to punish those who deserved it. Being that, has it ever crossed your mind that you are hurting those who have become victims of the people you have brought to justice? The innocent people who depended on those who commit atrocities you couldn't stand by?"

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

He smiled at her

"Is that Psych 101? I think I heard that somewhere before...ah well doesn't matter. So you feel that by killing murderers I am doing much more harm than good. Interesting statement...then let me ask you this. If you could and you had the power in your hands to do so, would you take revenge on your teacher... Llewelyn Grant was it? Would you take your revenge? Would it make you a monster to take a small measure of revenge for what he had taken from you?"

 

[Ravvyn]

His turning of her words on herself took away any righteous pedestal she may have stood on. She knew the answer and likely so did he, she looked down to her lap as she considered her answer. There was little to consider though and finally she looked back up to him.

"Yes. I would do that. The bastard took my virginity. He crushed my self-esteem. I hate him." She admitted, though she didn't know what she was capable of she had a deep-seeded hatred of how he made her feel, he was at least in part responsible for her reaction to her boss at the paper, needing to prove she was more than just an object for men to abuse.

"You have me at your mercy, he made me feel defenseless. Made me his toy, stripped me of dignity."

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

He leaned forward

"Yet you hate me as well. I only rendered you defenseless, made you pay for your answers. Have I did anything apart from exposing your flesh, that would count as the perverted things he did with and to you?"

He turned and nodded, a television flickered to live, showing a clear color photo of Llewelyn Grant as he gave class, Vlad rested his head next to hers as they both looked at the man in the picture

"I would first cut off all the tendons in his knees, then break his elbows so that he cant go anywhere"

He licked his lips and stared at the picture

"Just think of everything you could do with him while he is in that state, how you can exact your revenge on him, make him suffer like you had to suffer under him"

 

[Ravvyn]

The readily available picture of him made her wonder, there was no way he could have found that picture so fast unless he knew before about it. It filled her with dread, had he been watching her for a longer time? Did he design this whole thing? Knowing she would come here? It all seemed ridiculous yet at the same time felt plausible. She considered what he said. What she could do to him if he couldn't escape. If he was victim to her like she was to him. She really did hate the man for doing things to her she couldn't speak of from humiliation but was she capable of the torture this man suggested? That she had been subject to.

"No... no I can't... I want to. I couldn't." By now her body had begun it's work sending endorphins through her body and the pain was lessened enough for her to breathe calmly if only for a few minutes.

"I couldn't wish that on someone.' Her brown eyes looked over to him, feeling the warmth of his breath on her bare skin. She wondered what he was truly capable of, if there was any limit. Any pain or regret in his mind at what he was doing.

"Are you lonely?" The question passed her lips before she knew it, more thinking out loud than an intent to ask. Though now that it was out she wondered if companionship was a stigma for him.

 

[DeathsKnight]

Vlad Drake

He held out his palm and the rubber mallet was placed in his hand, he could sense her tensing up and he didn't disappoint her he drove it hard into her right thigh. He tossed the mallet to the person in the shadows and whispered in her ear

"You disappoint me Kate"

Louder he replied

"Yes at times I am lonely, but when you have chosen a path, you will just have to stick to it"

 

[Ravvyn]

She didn't know what scared her more, the fact that he had brought the mallet out again or that there was at least one other person in the room watching the goings on. He crushed the mallet into her right thigh, a sting reminding her of the last two times he had used it on her. Kate cried out in pain, tears again forming in her eyes.

"I'm sorry. I di... didn't mean to disappoint you. Please... please stop I can't take it... It hurts too much... I'll do anything you say please... just stop hurting me." Her exasperated plea came the moment she was able to form words again after the pain of the mallet. She heard him speak on the loneliness but couldn't register it right away, too pre-occupied with her own pain.