Archived:The Modern Janissaries/Torture

Gabriel De LightlyElle Francis

She rolled her head as she opened her head and stared up at him. She jerked against the bonds as she realized where she was. Jerking once more, she sneered up at him, deciding not to say anything. Gabriel. She's seen him before, knew his position. Instead, she spat at him.

She twisted her head to snap her teeth at him. "I won't kill you if you let me go," she whispered, her voice calm and level, looking up at him with her dark eyes, "I'll give you mercy."

She scowled, "do you know who I am?" She asked, trying to lean forward but was prevented from doing so. "If you put one finger on me then you will be finished. You and your bitch of a sister."

"I don't know anything you don't know," she muttered, "so really, I'd go to one of your servants if you want the information. They're the same."

"You could start with shoving it up your ass, I don't think there'll be much room though, since your heads already using up most of the space," she said, mustering up every bit of bravery she had.

She tried to pull her fingers away, forcing down her terror, "you have a special place in hell."

She bit down on her tongue, fighting back the scream, and the pressure of her teeth forced her mouth to swell with blood which spurted down her chin as she choked on it. "Screw you," she whispered, her hands shaking.

Her skin burned where his hands were, even if his skin never touched her skin, and kept her mouth shut, struggling to breath as she dwelled in the pain and moaned slightly at the back of her throat.

She drew in a breath before forcing out, "I cut up a banana then ate that. I can show you how I did it. You have a perfect substitute."

She struggled, trying to use the needles to push the other ones out. After an hour, one slid off, coated in blood but after a sharp notion of pain relief ran through Elle. Soon most of them were scattered around the ground.

She stared at him through her eyelashes. "Maybe you should have put them in harder."

She yelled, scrunching her eyes shut, jolting forward as much as she could. For a moment, she couldn't feel anything except the pain in her thigh.

She began to shake, spitting out blood, "fuck you," she spat out, trying to going to somewhere in her mind that she could block it all out. *Damn it, Etta, you spent years starving on the streets, you can deal with this. Weak.*

She raised her eyes, to look up at him, "Jordyn Francis," she whispered, smirking through the blood. If they were allied with his gang then he'd surely he'd know her father's name.

She stared at his back, her skin going cold and everything disolved into black.

~TimeSkip (A few days later)~

She had shrunk and looked up at him with bleary eyes, "Jordyn Francis," she replied once more.

"You did," she replied, "you guys captured me and brought me here. I can't give you names, they weren't offering it."

She drew in air through her teeth, "I'm telling you the truth. I was in a Russian town and jumped by your henchmen."

OOC:Feel like we should do a timeskip to where elle is all bloody and cut up cause i don't think it be a good idea to rp to much torture lmao

OOC: Someones going to stalk it and be all wtf. Wait

Days passed and she'd been shifted onto a table. She couldn't really see, her eyelashes glued together with dried blood, her matted hair clung to the sweat on her cheeks and they grew hollower with each day.