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A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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[ His response is to try and kick her. ]

She takes the kick, bending over... and laughing. In pain, but. Laughing.

He can take a knife in the knee, how about that.

[ Clue makes a strangled noise, the beginnings of a scream that he bites back. Rather than speak to her, he spits at her. ]

Zwei doesn't laugh this time. She rips the knife out and... does nothing.

"I see we need the tongue remover. Oh, what an elegant device. I don't know its proper name, but I do know what it does...!!"

And with that, she disappears behind you, where there is a lovely cabinet, I've decided.

[ Clue's eyes widen, and he starts tugging harder on his bindings, trying to work his hand out. ]

She returns, grinning from ear to ear, with this lovely device of torture:

"I wonder how we'll do this! Will you stay still for me, Clue, or will I be forced to trap your legs after all? ♥"

[ Staying still does not appear to be in his plans. He is still struggling to remove his wrists from the bindings, keeping up with a steady stream of: ]

—fuck you, fuck you, fuck you—

She stops off to his side, pausing, looking over the tongue ripper.

"Oh... I forgot the mouth opener! How silly of me. I can't do this is you won't cooperate, and I see that I'm going to have to make you."

So, she turns around again, and rummages through that cabinet again.

[ At this point, he is bleeding from the chafing of trying to get himself out of bindings that he just can't escape from. But like hell is he going to stop trying, even as the blood loss from struggling with needles in his back and legs is starting to sap him of his strength. ]

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Lucky for her!

But not for you. Obviously. Her voice is chipper when she speaks again. But hasn't it always sounded chipper?

"I found something better!"

Zwei's returned into your sight with a chain whip, waving it around lightly. The device is essentially a sturdy wooden handle with three chains (short ones!) hanging from it.

"I don't want to remove your tongue. I just want to beat you senseless. Is that okay? ♥" She just laughs.

[ Clue looks at her, breathing heavily from the exertion and blood loss. His eyes are narrowed at her, glaring, but his mouth has twisted into a cruel sneer. ]

I'm going to kill you slowly for this.

"Not if I kill you slowly first, hahaha!"

She twists her wrist and swings the chains hard across your face.

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[ Well, that's going to leave a mark. He somehow manages not to scream— the blood he spits from his mouth (at her) might be a sign that he bit something hard to manage that. ]

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For that, she whips him across the other side of his face and laughs wildly.

"I love the face you're making!! It's priceless!!"

[ Clue lets out a hissing breath and snarls. ]

Go to hell.

She chuckles softly, and lowers the chain.

Then delivers a swift kick to your stomach. I'm sure that feels nice on that interrogation chair of nails, hm?

[ That gets a low, pained groan out of him. He glares up at her, but his eyes are glassy and unfocused. ]

Apparently she's decided that beating your face with the chain whip, continuously on either side of your face each time, would be fun.

So she is going to do that.

Over and over.

[ Okay, but at some point he is just going to pass out from pain and bloodloss. ]

It's all good. She isn't stopping, whipping back and forth constantly. Your face is not a very pretty sight right now. You're passed out, but your head would be hurting like hell if you weren't.

[ It's a good thing he's not awake, then. His head is hanging, swaying to and fro as the whip moves it, bits of hair clumped together with blood. The blood loss isn't letting up, however, and his breathing is growing more shallow. ]

She seems to have no intention of doing this; she's picking up speed and power, intending to break some bones and shatter that face a bit... ♥

[ She's doing a fine job of that! The nose is definitely broken, his eyes are swollen shut, and there is blood pouring down his face from various gashes. A few lashes seem to have resulted in split lips. There is heavy bruising as well, to be sure, but that is the least of his worries. ]

Eventually she drops the chain.

"Hmm~"

There's not much else to do! This was fun, but... if he's not dead yet, she's just going to grab a knife and slit his throat.

[ Well, he was dying, but a knife to the throat certainly would finish the job! Of course, now you have a broken corpse chained to a nail chair. It kind of adds to the decor, doesn't it? ]

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