|
Post by Phoenix Ryker Drayton on Jan 14, 2013 20:41:14 GMT -5
Apparating to his shed which he had bought out for his own uses, the old building looking seemingly harmless on an empty lot outside of London, and no one would ever think to look within. If they did they'd be met with a terrible sight. The room was reinforced on the inside with sound proof panels, chains which hung from the ceiling fitted with large hooks for some of the more...hard to constrain monsters. The roof was high, high enough that it let for Nix to house even a troll if he could ever capture one, it would be pointless anyway since they were stupid creatures.
A medical table in the center of the room had been modified with leather straps for the head, chest, arms and legs. Except Nix had added his own personal touch to the straps, the inside of the straps having rows of silver spikes inlaid into the leather, so the straps not only restrained his victims but also happened to cause that little bit more pain for the person. A tray nearby on a table with wheels meant Nix had access to his tools anytime. The floors had been tiled white so it would be easier to see any mess that was made, which was more often off than not pretty gruesome.
The girl who was slumped unconscious over his shoulder was his next victim, and he was going to push the limits to stretching point. He needed all her knowledge on Rainer Greyback and then, extract his revenge. Maybe then he'll have peace. Taking the girl to the bench he laid her down on the table, removing all of her clothing minus her undergarments, throwing them to the floor. Undoing the straps as he redid them up around the young werewolf whom he had taken captive. Tightening the straps tightly he was pleased to see that blood was already oozing from the spikes around her hands and feet from where the pure silver spikes were imbedded into her skin. The one around her hips was free of spikes as it would only hit bone, but it was still done up tight enough so that she was unable to move even if she tried to wriggle. The strap around her forehead kept her head still, the strap going right around her head and had smaller spikes which dug into her forehead, small trickles of blood slipping into the girl's hairline.
Nix moved to the side to change his clothing to something more...durable, as he set about choosing his tools for the night. Eventually he began to hear her stir and he walked back over, standing over her on the table. "Well rise and shine, what a lovely night for some fun," Nix said as he patted her cheek mockingly, the smile on his face only showing his distain for the woman tied to the table before him.
|
|
|
Post by Annette Raider on Feb 25, 2013 23:28:29 GMT -5
This isn’t right, Annette thought as she starred at her thirteen year old self. Who looked annoyed as she exchanged pleasantries with him, the Muggle her twin sister was seeing at the time, the same Muggle who was the main reason why she was what she was today. A Werewolf.
Annette leaned forward from where she was, her hands extended as she went to grab her thirteen year old selfs shoulders, to tell her to run away as fast as she could and to not look back. But it was too late, right as Annette’s fingers grazed the top of her old pink shirt she heard a low, menacing growl from behind the pushes, and felt the fear radiating off of the Muggle’s body and herself. Annette winced as she tried to look away but she couldn’t, it was like something was holding her head in place, forcing her to re live the scene before her.
A big black dog emerged from the bushes his gray eyes angry, his mouth salivating as he looked at the older boy who looked like he was about to bolt but was too afraid to move. With one swift movement the werewolf jumped on top of the boy and began to eat his insides, Annette’s stomach began to turn as she heard the kids scream before he stopped moving as his heart was tossed to the side. Thirteen year old Annette screamed then and began to run. This only angered the Wolf even more as he began to chase after her.
Annette began to stir then, her eyes opening slowly, a confused expression taking over her features as she took in her surroundings. She was in a room, where she didn’t know. She was also tied up pretty tightly which only added to her confusion as she tried to remember what happened last night. Then her heart stopped as she remembered him Phoenix Drayton. Annette began to move her wrists trying to find a weak spot in his knots, there weren’t any.
Annette smirked as he began to walk forward, ’I think you need a hobby if this is your idea as fun,’ She teased with a wink as she began to move her feet, and just like with her wrists there wasn’t a weak spot. ‘You know I can help you redefine the definition,’ She said as she turned her vela charm on hoping it would work. ‘If you want’ She said biting her bottom lip.
|
|
|
Post by Phoenix Ryker Drayton on Feb 27, 2013 8:42:20 GMT -5
Phoenix could almost rub his hands at the anticipation of his...fun. This was what he had been training for over the years, what he had practiced for. He was a hunter, he had learnt what and how to hurt creatures and what affected them the most through careful precision of tool picking and he knew exactly where to cut which would cause the most amount of pain. He was a cruel and cold bastard when it came to creatures, he saw their true faces, he saw beneath the human facade that they paraded to the evil within and he hated them with every fibre of his being.
This woman, the wolf who was currently strapped down to his bench was the key to getting to Rainer Greyback once and for all. She'd have to know something that could lead the hunter to their pack, at the current moment even aurors were at a loss for where the largest wolf pack in Europe was hiding out. This could be it, his salvation to saving Aubree from whatever state she was in because of her untimely and unsuspecting murder. Nix could have sworn that he saw her around, her transparent image burned permanently into his mind, all bloodied and mangled...
Nix let out a snort at her words, patting her cheek mockingly as he watched her try to tug on the restraints. It was a lost cause, Nix made sure that she wasn't going to escape anytime soon, not until he was done with her anyway. "Honey, this is my hobby. Also word of advice I wouldn't tug on those straps you know, it'll only get you hurt yourself," he let out a hum of approval as she all but tried to seduce him. "Really? Do you think that'd work? Babe, you are smoking hot and tied up, but that's really not my thing," Nix said as he turned back to her, picking up a long silver drill end, his other hand grabbing the power drill as he screwed the coiled metal end into the hole, tightening it as he gave it a quick test to make sure it was working, the whirring sound echoing out into the emptiness around them.
Nix just smirked, walking closer as he added, "besides, I'm not into beastiality." Stopping before the end of the table he looked down, admiring her thin legs and ankles as he gave the drill another quick whirl before he stopped, placing the warming metal against the side of her ankle, holding it steady as he looked up the table to the woman he had trapped there. "So...shall we start?" And he squeezed the pressure pad and off he went, the drill going through bone as white shaves of the calcium filled material began to fly from the drill, blood splattering up onto the apron he wore.
"Isn't this just fun?" Nix said more in amusement for himself, his smile seemingly innocent but you could see the maniacal look hidden beneath.
|
|
|
Post by Annette Raider on Feb 27, 2013 16:36:37 GMT -5
‘Then you need a new hobby. All work and no play makes you a very dull boy… honey ,’ Annette said with a roll of her eyes, a small chuckle escaping her lips as she glances up at him, ‘Well aren’t you sweet,’ she replies sarcastically as she watches him turn his back to her, he picks up various tools then, tools that he would undoubtedly use to torture her with. Which confused her for two reasons, one, he was a Wizard why not torture her with the Cruciatus Curse? She would think that would be much more effective than simple Muggle tools, then again torture wasn’t really her thing so what did she know? And two, why the Hell would he choose her of all people to get information about Rainer? She wasn’t even in his pack. Something he clearly didn’t know about, which meant she could use his lack of research to her advantage, she could survive this.
Annette smiled slowly as he glanced at her, his eyebrow raised at her trying and clearly failing at seducing him, ‘Can’t blame a girl for trying,’ She said letting his comment bounce right off of her. She looked at him with a confused expression instead, ‘You know you’re a lot manlier than some of the gay’s I have met…word of advice you might want to change that, could break a girls heart one day,’ She said with a smirk, knowing very well he wasn’t gay.
Biting her lip Annette rolled his eyes at his bestiality comment, not saying anything as she watched him walk towards her slowly, with some sort of Muggle object in his hands. Annette’s features hardened as she looked away from the object her hazel eyes resting on Phoenix’s face, bracing herself for the pain that would surly come. She wasn’t going to plead with the man in front of her, she wouldn’t sink that low, and if she was going to die she was going to do it with a bit of dignity. Besides Annette’s screams wouldn’t have done anything to faze him, he had no humanity left. Instead she looked at him, watching his every move as he squeezed his fist bringing the object to life for a second before he put it against her ankle; it was warm to the touch.
Annette gave him a tight smile, her heart racing as he glanced up at her, her mouth was dry but she gave him one last response hoping it would piss him off, ‘Let’s see what you got,’ Her response was cut short as the machine came to life again tearing through the skin to the bone. Annette bit her lip, hard, and tasted blood as she tried to hold in her scream, knowing it would do nothing to scream. However her instinct won over and she screamed, it wasn’t loud, but you could still hear it over the machine. She gasped then and closed her eyes trying to control herself, and it worked, for a couple of seconds. She glanced up at him, glaring as he spoke, then she lost control again as the machine broke through the bone.
ooc: Haha Emily did you like the supernatural quote I used? I thought PERFECT hehe Nerd Alert
|
|
|
Post by Phoenix Ryker Drayton on Feb 28, 2013 6:49:25 GMT -5
"Right back at you Honey," Nix said, his voice sickly sweet although it was mocking, repeating back the wolf's words to her. He saw her eye roll and he was amused by how at ease she felt, oh how soon that was change, very, very soon. With the tray of tool before him his hands ghosted over the metals and wire, plastic handles of knives and leather sheaths for knives, the tingle in his hand was trying to make him grab one, but which one? There was so many things he could use and so many ways he could use it... What a dilemma.
This time round it was Nix's turn to roll his eyes at her comment although he just let it go, like it was going to do anything to stop what he was doing by insulting him. "Yes I go breaking hearts left right and center...just like you right? You just love hearts, especially human I hear? Interesting stuff you know, change with the moon, I used to think you were badass when I was a kid but then I saw you all for what you were. Monsters and Beasts who kill for even a drop of blood." Nix turned to face her, his face shadowed in the light, "you make me absolutely sick to my stomach."
Nix could still see her defiance even as she was bound down to the table, her eyes and tone of her words was snide as she seemingly tried to egg him into anger, which was not going to work on Nix. He was cool and level headed, only reason he let his anger better of him was when there was a fight involved, especially physical one on ones with wolves since it was a release for Nix to let some of that anger for Greyback out on the body. When he knew his prey couldn't escape him there was no need to rush things, no need to cut corners as he had all the time he could need or want for in the world.
He relished in the screams, the sound practically caressing his skin forcing a shiver of pleasure to coarse through his body, eliciting a wide grin from him. It was pure ecstasy, causing this girl before him pain as the blood and bone shavings littered the metal table and, hearing her scream louder before he stopped. Lifting the drill from her food he turned to the tool tray, picking up a silver circular stake which was the perfect size he had just drilled and, taking the hammer he moved back to her ankles, lining up the stake as he began to hammer the pure silver into the flesh, the hunk of metal being hammered through the bone even till it went through to the other side.
"Stop you from running too far if you even think to try and escape, there is no where to run to after all, it's just you and me out here, how fortunate," Nix explained, his hand hovering over the tray to pick his next weapon of choice. Picking out a rather strange looking device with a pronged end and the other had a curved hook with a rather large barb in it, something you'd imagine to hang meat from at a butcher. Running the tip of the hook down the wolf's bare skin, Nix just smiled down at her, "now what shall we do with you...hm? Any suggestions?"
|
|
|
Post by Annette Raider on Jun 4, 2013 2:00:43 GMT -5
Annette smirked at the Hunter's words; letting the comment slide right off her with ease as his hands traced over the many tools he was going to use to torture her. Under different circumstances she would have smirked at the Hunter and said, 'You’re right, human hearts are the best, nothing quite like it. Though did you know that they all taste differently, take your sister for example, heard she tasted lovely, makes me wonder what your brother tastes like.' However she knew that as soon he was done with her she was a dead woman, and that comment definitely wouldn't have helped her cause. Instead she opted for a different approach one that would hopefully make him think, though she doubted it. ‘Actually you are thinking about vampires…Annette said with a roll of her eyes, and he was the best hunter in the land…please. ’they kill for a drop of blood, and consciously so, we on the other hand kill without even realizing it until the sun comes up,’ She said with a frown, ‘Besides it's not fair to group us all together like that, some of us actually take Wolfspane and don't hurt anybody. That would be like me saying all men are egotistical, ass holes, when we both know that, that's not true. Besides look whose calling the kettle black, you kill just as much as one Werewolf does in their lifetime, if not more, I bet you even like it,' Annette pointed out with a smirk, her voice a lot calmer than most would be in her situation. ‘You know were not that different you and I. In fact it’s almost scary how similar we really are. In fact the only difference between you and me…’ Annette said with a raise of her eyebrow, ’Is that I happen to change into a werewolf a couple of nights out of the month,’
Most of the wolves she knew would have given in at the sight of the various Muggle Instruments, spilling all their secrets in one go in hopes that there would be enough humanity in their captor to let them free. But as Annette starred at him and his cold demeanor she knew he was just as far gone as she was, if not more. There was nothing left in him, he was dead inside and nothing could bring him back.
Digging her nails into the leather straps that held her arms in place Annette gasped for breath as the drilling stopped; her heels were throbbing with pain as warm liquid gushed out of the hole in her ankles. Annette was use to pain, a lot more than other people her age, sure her dad didn't torture her but his right hook was killer, especially when he hit you for crying. Not only that but she did change every month, and when she did take her Wolfspane the process was far worse than a couple of holes being drilled into you. She could survive this, she had to.
Biting her lip Annette grunted threw the pain of two silver steaks being put into the hole, probably to stop the healing process from taking place. Her heel felt like it was on fire as he wedged it in between the bone causing unwanted tears to fall down her cheeks.'Well nice to know there not merely there for decoration,' Annette said shocked at how controlled her voice sounded, even if her facial expression conveyed otherwise. 'Well I would suggest asking me questions about Rainer, however considering the fact that I’ve never tortured any one maybe you shouldn't take my advice,' Annette said with a glare, her voice cracking once.
|
|
|
Post by Phoenix Ryker Drayton on Dec 12, 2013 8:03:48 GMT -5
Nix was always indifferent about his job, because he didn't think he was doing anything wrong, hell he thought he was doing the world a great big fucking favour. There are only a fair few hunters out there, and there are a hell of a lot more monsters. Hunting was his passion, and it had become his life and his love, there was no other way for him to survive. He lived for the hunt, and he would surely one day die for it too. Die killing Rainer Greyback that is.
Revenge. That was all Phoenix wanted, and he was sure that he would attain it.
The first thing now was to get as much information out of this wolf before she'd die from the blood loss. He could monitor her with the simple charms he had put over her while she was unconscious to make sure he'd have enough time to have his way, but to also cause as much inhumanely pain as possible.
Nix could only snort at the words which left the bitch's lips. "All men are egotistical bastards, and we love it. What better way to manipulate and use people than through the facade of love and affection when all you want is a good...fuck." He leant down and whispered the word into her ear, emphasizing each letter with a soft breath. Pulling back, he continued, picking up a syringe as he tapped the swirling silver liquid inside with a grin. "Oh I have long since lost my humanity, just as you have. I will without second thought slowly strip away the skin from your face as I peel away layer by layer or skin, raw. I will not bat an eye lid to your screams or your pleas. I do not care about you, or your filthy kind. Monster will forever be monsters, and that is the truth."
Seeing her pained expression Nix knew it was working, but unfortunately for the girl he was just only getting warmed up. Letting a hand trail down her naked body Nix just smirked, lingering his fingers near her nether regions. He wasn't sure the response he would get, but he didn't care either, for she was completely at his disposal and his mercy. Turning back to his table of torture, he picked up the needle again, moving it into the harsh light hanging above the table his victim was strapped to.
"This here is silver nitrate, even the smallest drop into the blood stream can begin the slow process of burning, as it will travel throughout your body, internally igniting your organs and engulfing your heart. Every breath, sound and movement you wish to make will only increase your pain, and in doing so, take you one step closer to your death." He pressed the needle against the vein on her neck, slowly pressing the plunger. "You have fifteen minutes to tell me everything you know before you're body burns up from the inside out. If you do, I have an antidote here which will evaporate all traces of the liquid. If you do not, I will continue my game even as you slowly burn, and you can watch as I break and cut every limb from your worthless body..."
Nix pulled the needle away, the game had begun. Hie eyes were hard, there was no turning back from here. He only said one word, cold and demanding.
"Talk."
|
|
|
Post by Annette Raider on Dec 30, 2013 16:58:34 GMT -5
Annette watched out of the corner of her eye as Phoenix drew closer to her, flinching slightly as he whispered in her ear, emphasizing each word that left his mouth. She loathed the bastard in front of her and when she escaped this Hell hole, which she would, he was dead. She could practically taste his blood, a thought that made her want to smile, but she held back. If she wanted to survive this, which she would, she had to be smart about it. So she stayed silent as he gave his boring speech which she was only half paying attention to. She looked away from the wall in front of her and glared at him as he started to trace his finger along her body.
Annette smirked the entire time he described his next torture tactic, not because it didn’t scare her but because it scared her so much that she didn’t want to let her fear show. He moved closer and she flinched the moment the needle pinched her skin, her heart began to beat faster and faster…she only had fifteen minutes and then she was dead. How could she trust that once she told him everything he would let her live? He was a hunter, and Phoenix has never let a monster live once they were in his grasp, unless he planned on killing her later, in which case she would be ready.
Turning her head to look at him she smiled, ‘What’s the magic word?’ She asked with a smirk and turned away as a chuckle escaped her lips. ‘Rainer and his pack are somewhere in the mountains, where?’ Annette turned back to him and shrugged. ‘I don’t know. He didn’t trust me. He has a right hand man named Wyatt, who makes you look like a fairy princess,’ Annette said with a roll of her eyes, she never liked Wyatt, in fact she kind of hoped Phoenix would kill him, nice and slow. ‘That’s all I know,’ Annette said and raised her eyebrow, knowing she wasn’t going to be let go that easily.
|
|
|
Post by Phoenix Ryker Drayton on Jan 3, 2014 8:07:03 GMT -5
Nix wasn't going to take any of this girl's crap. He wasn't going to let himself succumb to her charms like other would, nor would be buckle under her talking back and sassy mouth. There was no way. Nix was a hunter, and a damn good one at that. He hadn't earned his fame for nothing, he had done his jobs and had captured and tortured beasts, finding out information crucial to the ministry and the aurors. He worked his way through packs, showing no mercy for the creatures. He had learnt the hard way what animals were capable of doing. Nix would never forget that night, and the bloodied body of his baby sister.
"That's not good enough," Nix said with a slight tut, shaking his head in feigned disappointment, "Wyatt, that weakling of a wolf? Please, that abomination has nothing on me, nor does that make me believe you about this. I know the wolves hide in the forest, and I know it is centered in somewhere north east of London, due to the high rate of animal carcasses found in that area, as well as flowing water which I presume is their source. I also know that Rainer will leave the woods from time to time to hunt. I am not stupid."
Nix moved around the table, staring down at the body strapped to his table, his array of torture tools laying bloodied on the bench. It was not the most unusual sight, but she was certainly the more pretty of his victims. The creatures usually began to change, morph into their animals selves, distorting their true, once human features. It was disgusting.
"Tick tock, keep talking," Nix egged, "your time is running out..."
|
|