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From:

likeiron

Heard somewhere that death doesn't stick much here. You'd just come back.

( Hence her willingness to do it, even if she would prefer not to. )

I don't want to hurt Jeritza, so I won't put up much of one. ( yammering is still on the table. )

From:

divisi

Hm.

[He has to think about that for a moment. That means all of his victims thus far have come back to life and walk the city. Could seek revenge or report him. Well, good. It isn't like anyone can stop him, if they can't kill him, unless they lock him up. Revenge just invites more violence, which is always fine by him.]

Good. You do terribly annoy me when you try so hard to play hero.

[Really, what annoys him is that she's beaten him.]

From:

likeiron

And you annoy me when you torment that sweet man you share a body with, so the feeling is mutual.

Now can I talk to him, or do you need a punching bag first so you'll shut the fuck up?

From:

divisi

"Sweet." [He laughs again.] I think you mean pathetic. As are you, for liking that poor excuse for a human.

Oh? Offering yourself up already?

[In response to her voice, from the start of the call, Jeritza has been lingering in his consciousness, but surprisingly hasn't tried too hard to get out in front. Pathetic, like he said.]

Come, then. Perhaps I'll let you talk to him, if you satisfy me.

From:

likeiron

Sticks and stones, bitch. ( words do approximately nothing coming from him. )

Where?

From:

divisi

[He sends the address of a place in a shady part of District 6. Many of the houses on the street are run-down or empty, and the people who are living here obviously aren't the kind to stop for a friendly chat with. The house he leads her to is two stories, where once a family might have lived, now partially boarded up and clearly abandoned. Death Knight waits for her within, preparing his tools.]

From:

likeiron

Nina arrived shortly after the location was given, not even bothering to knock as she entered the dilapidated home. She did brace herself for an attack though- made sure to be on the defensive if the knight decided to start as soon as she got there.

"I'm here." She announced after a moment, slamming the door shut behind her for emphasis.

From:

divisi

He hears her come in, but doesn't move from where he's setting up in the kitchen. There's a chair in the middle of the space. There's no electricity in this house, but daylight streams in from a window above the sink.

"Oh, good, my babysitter has arrived. I was starting to think I might have to put myself in time out, without you here to do it for me."

He speaks loudly enough for her to hear, but more casually than she's heard him speak before, as he continues his tasks.

From:

likeiron

Too casual, really. She didn't like it.

Nina did not hesitate to continue inward though, moving to the kitchen to observe the potential horror show that she was willingly walking into. This was stupid, she knew, but this beast needed to be tamed and she did not know another way. Talking didn't help, and just letting him run rampant wasn't an option. People would get hurt. Jeritza would get hurt - punished, killed, all manner of things, just because he had to share a body with the fucking Knight.

If she had to be tortured for everyone else to be safe from him, so fucking be it.

"Shut up."

From:

divisi

"Good rebuttal. So very witty," he mutters. He's not in the worst mood, which is probably not a good sign, as Nina already suspects. If Death Knight is happy, it's because someone else isn't.

"If you were serious about not putting up a fight, then sit in that chair. If you struggle, I'll have to tie you."

From:

likeiron

Nina did not deign to reply and simply sat herself down in the chair. She should have figured it would be... theatrical. Methodical, even, and not the wild and unpredictable encounter they had before.

She hated him. Hated that she hated him because she saw Jeritza every time even with the subtle changes that marked the Death Knight. If she could rip them apart she would without hesitation.

From:

divisi

To his surprise, she obeys without comment. Where went that prideful little cunt who challenged him so aggressively in the alleyway, in the woods?

He approaches her, flipping a sharp dagger in his hand, looks over her.

She's attractive. How did that wet blanket Jeritza get her to like him so much? Enough to offer her body up to torture?

He trails the tip of the knife along her jaw, beneath her chin, and tilts it up toward himself.

"Strange girl. You perplex me."

From:

likeiron

A dagger. Truly a classic to start with, she supposed.

There is no lacking pride in Nina Ironfist, which is why she looked at him as if he was the bug beneath her feet despite it being the exact opposite in that moment. If he had half a brain, he'd know why she was willing to suffer this for Jeritza - because he did not deserve to suffer for his alter's behavior. He deserved to be able to live without worrying he might wake up, bloodied and on the run. If her body was meant to be the sacrifice to achieve it...

So fucking be it.

"Must be easy to do that, because I'm a pretty simple woman."

From:

divisi

The Death Knight can't fathom such empathies. That's what makes him strong, that's what makes him monstrous. He can't even imagine how Jeritza or Nina feel, nor could he possibly care less, despite both of them having the ability to alter things in his life.

But he's not completely stupid. The fact that Nina keeps coming back despite getting hurt again and again means that she must really care about Jeritza. While he can't fathom why, he's more than happy to take advantage of it.

"Fortunately, I don't need to understand you to hurt you. Today, I will take you down a peg. You are infuriatingly arrogant, and if I cannot break you, then I will make you pay for what you've done to me, how you've tried to limit and control me. I do not answer to haughty whores like you."

Rage slowly seeps into his voice until he's spitting his words through gritted teeth.

From:

likeiron

Nina, like the truly unhinged woman she was, smirked. She had gotten under his skin so badly, hadn't she? Really wedged herself in there and refused to let go - and gods, this was going to hurt but it felt so good knowing that he hated her just as much as she hated him.

"Get on with it already."

From:

divisi

She has gotten deep, deep under his skin. He does hate her with a burning rage. She's bested him, humiliated him, and now has the gall to smirk in his face. His pride is very threatened by her, and he needs to assert his dominance, get his revenge.

Without another word, he moves swiftly behind her chair, grabs her wrist, and bends her right arm in the wrong direction until it breaks. It's easy; he's strong and she's built like a toothpick. A sickening snap cracks through the air, and he grins.

From:

likeiron

Nina expected something... different from a man so inclined toward bloodlust. A slow, torturous session of cutting and bleeding and agonizing, drawn out pain.

Instead, she got this. A broken arm within seconds, the sharp pain as the bone snapped and her head spun. Death Knight almost earned himself the scream he probably wanted, but Nina bit her lip and stifled it, offering only a faint moan of pain.

Edited (WRONG ALTER ) Date: 2024-06-24 12:34 am (UTC)

From:

divisi

A scream would be nice, but isn't required for his sadistic satisfaction. He knows how much a broken bone hurts, and just the knowledge that she's in that kind of pain is enough for him. He drops her arm abruptly, and it falls down by her side, the movement no doubt flaring that pain.

"Oh, dear. It won't be quite so easy to jerk off your little boyfriend now."

He circles back around to look at her face, drawing his dagger once again.

"You'll have to use that filthy mouth of yours."

From:

likeiron

Nina had broken bones plenty before, but it was so much different when she fell off something and landed wrong, as opposed to someone literally snapping the fucking bone with their bare hands. She was panting as her arm dropped, the pain pulsing through her entire body.

She said she wouldn't put up a fight, and she wouldn't, but she would absolutely spit in his face in response - aimed right for his mouth, too, like she was trying to prove a point.

From:

divisi

His mouth twists downward slightly in disgust and his eyes narrow as he uses his sleeve to wipe the spit off his lips and chin.

A wave of rage compels him to force his thumb into her mouth and yank her jaw open. He grabs the tip of her tongue between finger and thumb, grip firm, and pulls it out of her mouth, holding his dagger against it. He growls, an edge of manic insanity in his tone.

"Perhaps I'll cut out your tongue, then, hm? You won't be able to yammer on like an imbecile, or suck his cock, or spit in my damn face."

From:

likeiron

It took everything in her not to bite down the second his thumb pressed against her tongue, her jaw clicking once with the force in which he pulled her mouth open. There was the briefest flash of panic in her eyes- there was a lot she could suffer through for this, but not being able to speak would make things far more difficult in the long run.

"Ca... can't scream - either." She struggled, the sound distorted and strange while he held her tongue. "Or beg-" both things she assumed he wanted at some point.

From:

divisi

The panic on her face is thrilling. Perhaps he could yet get to her as much as she's gotten to him. Hopefully more, much more.

He yanks on her tongue hard, his blade pressing in harder, but not breaking skin quite yet.

"You can scream without a tongue. Your vocal chords will be in tact, you just won't be able to articulate all your awful thoughts for me to endure."

And begging tended to irritate him more than anything. He'd much rather see someone cry and tremble than whine at him to let up.

From:

likeiron

She also couldn't articulate the shit she went through to a fucking healer later which, hilariously, was her major concern. Nevermind the lancing pain from her broken arm and the fact that he was holding a knife near her face.

That was all assuming she got out of this alive. Nina was holding onto the vague hope that the Knight would be suitably satiated before it came to that.

"Ah-" a faint grunt of pain. Fuck. "Haven't even said shit to you-" if he even understood that one at all. In Nina's defense, she really could be a lot worse.

From:

divisi

As she attempts to speak again, her tongue moves against the blade and it draws a little blood, which oozes onto her tongue. He watches it, his pupils dilating. He imagines it pouring out of her mouth, dripping down her chin, imagines her choking on it. While it's a delicious thought, she would probably die either from asphyxiation or blood loss, and that would cut their fun short just when he'd gotten to the good part.

"And you won't, if you want to keep this intact."

He pulls his dagger away, but as he does, swipes the blade along the surface of her tongue, leaving enough of a cut to bleed and hurt for a while, but not enough to cause any kind of major blood loss. He lets go of her tongue, but continues to hold her mouth slightly open with his thumb, watching the blood ooze between her teeth and onto her lips.

From:

likeiron

The familiar tang of her own blood made her nearly feral with her own brand of rage. It had been so long since she felt this kind of pain - and she couldn't even fight back against it. Not if she wanted to keep Jeritza and the majority of the city safe.

Can't even talk. What bullshit.

Blood pooled in her mouth as her wounded tongue retracted, drooled down her chin and splattered on her chest. Nina glared at him with an unbridled hatred, almost impressed by how easily she could discern between him and Jeritza now. Amazing how his very existence could make him look so wretched.