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Lucistic had been following Eshek around like a dog who knew she had treats on her. Anyone in the league could think he was falling head over heels for her, but in reality she had a knack for torture and he had pain to gain. He leaned his broad head down to her level with a wide grin, "Anything new to test out today?"
He was lean and wiry, yet exceptionally tall looming shadows over the heads of league cats. His sleek midnight black pelt wavered dark hellish colors in the petering light. Few would guess that he would allow just about anyone to tear him apart, but Eshek had found out when he had volunteered an absurd amount of time to be her test dummy. Now that she knew he had become a big fan of her twisted methods he made sure he was first in line.
"Sooo anything new to test out today?" Lucistic asked batting his sly radioactive green eyes as if to say pretty please?
Eshek grins to herself, a crooked, half-deranged smile that's all messy glee and senseless thoughts bouncing around inside her skull quicker than she can process them. She pads slowly through the grim, scraggly woods towards the crypt, dead leaves crunching under her paws and catching at her half-sheathed claws. A fine, cold mist curls around her legs. "You really are a funny little thing, aren't you?" she replies, lurching to the side and bumping her shoulder against Lucistic's, rough enough to trip him up. She glances up at him, at all that greed and need and desire, and scoffs fondly, shaking her head and flicking him with the tip of her tail. Ordinarily, she wouldn't waste her time associating with toms - a senseless, dim-witted breed, the lot of them, all petty jealousy and messy heads. But she has a soft spot for Lucistic, and she has an even softer spot for hurting. Better if they don't want it, but beggars can't be choosers and it does make for an intoxicating sort of change to have the victim begging for more. It does something funny to her belly.
"Papa didn't love you, is that it? Mama beat you?" She stops walking and breaks into an unpleasant shriek of laughter, voice hoarse and scratchy, bouncing her front paws delightedly and tipping her head back to grin at him. "Maybe you wish she did. Oh, I'm gonna tear you apart, pretty boy - and the best part is, you're gonna thank me. Lord help me, I love my job, I really do." She shakes her head, still humming the last scraps of laughter bubbling up at the back of her throat, and quickens into a trot. "Anything new today? Well, that really is the question isn't it, my darling? What do I feel like? Flaying your paw-pads? A lil' bit of stretchy-stretchy till your limbs pop out of their soft little sockets? Maybe a spot of burning? Wouldn't want to ruin your looks, of course - we'd have to make the burns into something pretty. Like a flower. You want a flower on your skin? Don't answer that, of course you do - who wouldn't? I do. Ooh, remind me of that later." She stops again at the cold stone stairs leading up to the crypt, front paws resting on the first step. The chill leeches into her skin, cold enough to burn. "Oh, I know!" She turns to him with a manic smile. "How do you feel about being blindfolded?"
With a dancers grace he artfully tip toed around her swaying body. Between one step and the next he was gone, reappearing from the shadows to the other side of her. He was eager to save the bruising for later, "Keep guessing," Lucistic encouraged, his devious smirk was plastered tight across his lips as the huntress rolled down the list of child abuse. Although he doubted being a test experiment was on her list. After all they say have a positive outlook on life and if all life is is pain than shouldn't everyone be a masochist like himself?
Flaying your paw-pads? A lil' bit of stretchy-stretchy till your limbs pop out of their soft little sockets?
His eerie gaze glowed with excitement. Was she really going to make him choose? That was the true torment right there, though he made a mental note that she wanted to essentially be branded with a flower design. He'd remember that in the .0000001% scenario he was forced to burn her with a marking. He mockingly fanned a paw over his face when she finished her list, "You know how to treat a boy right. Anyway I'm okay with being blind folded, but don't go doing anything crazy right off the bat. You know it drives me crazy when you start with the worst and then my body turns numb through the rest of your itinerary."
[ i'm literally BEAMING oh my god, i love them SO MUCH, absolute brotp <33 and i just listened to lucistic's theme song and now i'm stalking reading your older rps and i'm completely smitten with him and literally almost dying at work trying not to laugh LMAO how does it feel to have the literal greatest character in the entire world ]
"Oh, sweetie," Eshek purrs, nudging open the decaying wooden door with her forehead and padding into the warm, musty gloom. "Isn't the fact that I don't care for your feelings or comfort one little bit half the appeal of this whole arrangement? If I want to start with the worst, you'll be a good little boy and thank me for it - because you remember the consequence for being ungrateful, I know you do, and I don't think you'd last a minute without your tongue."
She smiles and stops in a shaft of sunshine, the light casting the shadow of the windowpane across her body in the shape of an upturned cross. She rises onto her tiptoes and rasps her tongue between his ears, drawing back to smile up at him affectionately. "You'll be wailing your lungs out either way," she adds tenderly. "Now, chop-chop, my love - I know a pretty little lunatic who gets terribly whiny when he's kept waiting."
Trailing her tail over his back, she trots ahead to a shadowy doorway and slips inside to a small, dark stone room. The light doesn't quite reach here, leaving it gloomy and suffocating and warm in the most deliciously sickly sort of way - just the way she likes it. It makes her victims so terribly uncomfortable when they know nobody can hear them screaming, though she doesn't at all know why - surely they understand that suffering is such an intimate thing best kept between the torturer and the casualty. "Alright, my love," she purrs, voice rumbling deep inside her throat, "up on the bench, you know the drill. I'll be sure to tie them extra tight this time, just for you - maybe you'll get a little rope-burn if you're terribly lucky." She winks and stoops to pick up a few strands of frayed rope in her teeth, smiling at Lucistic through the gloom. All she can see of him in this light is his glinting eyes and the prospect of being forced to listen rather than watch is enough to make her belly flip with a giddy sort of hunger.
(Eshek and Lucistic are going to be the most feared tormentors in the league by the end of this xD)
"Well so long as I'm wailing," Lucistic said with a boyish smile before giving her a big sloppy lick across the cheek, "Thank-you sooo much."
Although he knew Eshek would make it hurt regardless it wasn't uncommon for him to try to make her mad before she let him have it. The theory was it added on an extra flavor of madness to her methods. He leapt up onto the table lying on his stomach before rolling over a few times and giving up half way off the edge, "I don't know what you're up to so just roll me in whatever direction you need me and do NOT leave me tied here. The other punisher's have no class, I swear, but you have true talent, Eshek. A devils mind, but twice as sly," He let out a playful sigh as he met her eyes twinkling with mischief, "What did I do to deserve a tormentor like you?"
Eshek sneered when Lucistic licked her, covering her cheek in hot saliva. She let out a deep, scratchy play-growl that was really more for his benefit than hers — she had never been particularly neat and certainly didn't mind a bit of mess, even if it was the spit of her favourite pet psychopath. "Thank you sooo much," she echoed, in a high-pitched, mocking drawl, and rolled her eyes as she leaped up onto the table beside him and rolled him onto his stomach with one forepaw — claws unsheathed just enough to catch at his fur and tug, sharp, but not yet painful. What did I do to deserve a tormentor like you? Eshek purred at the flattery, hopping onto his shoulder-blades with the full weight of her forepaws and peering over to look him in the eye. "And what did I do to deserve such a willing toy?" she cooed, voice all melted butter and affection, like she was talking to a kit. She unsheathed her claws and dug them into his back; her soft smile turned hooked and manic, and when she spoke again, her voice was back to normal, sharp and deadly. "Just lucky, I guess."
She stepped off of him and scooped the rope back up into her jaws, leaping off and under and around the table until Lucistic was trapped beneath a tangled spiderweb of knots and twine. She imagined it was already starting to scratch into his skin; before long, it would be raw and burning. With a gentle, adoring smile, Eshek slunk back to her stash in the shadows and reappeared a moment later with a strip of pale yellow fabric decorated with cute little strawberries. She let out an excited little purr, quirking her brows at Lucistic as if to say there's mooore!, and trotted back over to him. "No peeking," she sang, and reared up on her back legs to slip the fabric over his eyes and knot it at the back of his head with her teeth, humming cheerfully as she worked. "There. Pretty as a peach and twice as lovely."
"Now," Eshek continued, leaping up beside him and tickling her claws along his back, "tell me when it hurts." She picked up a splintered rock in her jaws and scored the edge down his spine, watching the blood well with wide, hungry eyes.
Lucistic hissed out mid purr with a sharp grin as she leapt onto his shoulders feeling her claws grip into his skin. It was hard to explain the delight of pain, but the best way for it to be described was like a painful massage or eating a bitter food with a gleeful after taste. There was pain in the moment and the next a tingly sensation. Sometimes it was too much and he'd end up laughing from the ticklish feeling. He couldn't exactly place whether he felt pain differently than others or had a better attitude about it than the rest of the population. Unlike his time in WaterClan though where cats would stop when he'd hiss out in pain Eshek was the better friend who knew to keep going which meant he could cry out as much as he wanted without worry that she'd stop.
"You deserved me from your glorious first impression, you never needed luck," Lucistic said before he tested the ropes ability to hold him by trying to get up with all the strength in him. It was a good test considering his size, an average warrior trapped here wouldn't stand a chance at escaping if he was stuck and he was. Too bad he didn't have the raw panic a prisoner would have desperately trying to escape, but his attempt would have to do. After all he did get a bit burned up from the ropes which was a nice touch.
"Pretty as a peach and lovely on the rope, did you intentionally cut it a little so the rope would harden and sharpen? Nice touch, very fancy," Lucistic complimented. Truthfully he needed to get a little more creative with his torment. What if he got a prisoner who was bored by his torment techniques cause all the other league cats had cooler ones? He needed to step it up or risk embarrassing himself in front of a prisoner for not having a dastardly enough technique.
Lucistic let out a cry, "Jeez, I didn't expect you to use a rock," He laughed which only caused him more pain as it moved down his spine, "Initial blow was definitely the worst from the top of the spine. The lower you got the less it hurt."
"Really?" Eshek replied, stopping for a moment and sitting up straighter to frown down at the back of Lucistic's head. She was genuinely taking his critiques on board; this was why she needed him around. Without him, she'd just stagnate and be left behind everyone else in terms of torture techniques. She tapped her claws against Lucistic's back as she thought, absentmindedly digging them in deeper and deeper each time. Torture was an art form, something always evolving and changing, something as scientific and methodical as it was flowery, and she approached it like a series of problems to solve and improve upon. "Okay, uh, wait— lemme try this."
She hopped back down onto the ground, rummaged around in a dilapidated twoleg chest of drawers, and scrabbled back up beside Lucistic with a little plastic cup filled with bright red powder held in her front teeth. "Found this in the kitchen the other day," she explained pleasantly around the plastic, unsheathing one claw and dragging it down the open wound along her friend's spine, further splitting the flesh. "Tell me what you think." Eshek leaned over and carefully upturned the cup just enough to sprinkle the chili powder all the way along the wound. She'd tried it on herself the day she'd found it, cutting her paw open and dipping it into the powder - boy, had it burned! She could only imagine what it must be like on a wound of that degree. "And be honest," she went on, setting down the cup. "Scale of 1 to 10, 10 being this is the most incredible thing I've ever felt in my entire life and 1 being you should retire because you suck and I don't even know why we're friends. Won't hurt my feelings, promise."
