A small pile of clothing laid near her feet, his unblinking eyes peering at her waiting before his cold dead hand touched her right hand as he pulled her to the table. He saw the signs showing as her mind and body were fighting each other. It was the same for him one day long ago when he thought he was broken due to magic and the dead but he overcame it or at least he thought he did but that thought was replaced by another as Fallon moved along without fuss as she laid upon the table, her back pressing along the cold metal texture.
Without asking Vick moved about her, her hands moved above her head on each side and were strapped in leather cuffs for her arms and her feet were down the same as each limb moved to a corner that was held by locks along the cuffs and metal chains along the ground. A rather simple but effective means. Other rooms held different means but this room was a rather simple idea behind it as within a few simple chimes she was bound by the table.
She may have been bound but Vick was not sure if she was here or deep inside her head. Her words seemed spaced apart and did not hold the same force they did when she first met him just abit ago in his lab but Vick knew even the safe realm of her mind would not keep her for long for her body would force her out and face the horrors of life soon enough as the chains along the ground were pulled deeper into the ground removing the movement on her arms and legs with a small crank on the bottom of the bed..
A simple blade was picked up within his hands, the weight of the blade felt heavy for once to him as he looked upon the soul on the table. Torture was something he had done in the past but it was different. It was another female that told him no in a sense but questioned him and for that he removed her finger and made her craft it with malediction effects. She was never the same but it did not matter for she was just a means to an end with him and she did not last long enough for Vick to understand the weight of his actions.
A part of him had to wonder what this young girl would do after this. Would she be the same? Would she be different? Would she fear or hate him or just view the world as black and white painting with no emotion anymore? So many things came to his mind as he pressed the tip of the clean sharp blade along her left ankle. The tip pressing in the skin ever so lightly letting a crimson tear run down her smooth pale skin as if her soul itself was starting to cry.
With care and focus Vick pulled the blade down along her skin, cutting into her very flesh downward as if he was just cutting along a dead limb but he knew better. This limb was so very much alive and he knew she would feel the pain and react. He knew her screams would reach his ears but he could not pay her any mind even if she begged him to stop as the tip of the blade moved along the upper side of the other side of her ankle as he formed a clear one line circle along her left ankle.
He knew the chains that were now stretching her limbs would not give her the room to kick and fight so his circle was fine the way it was but her body could and would still bleed as the once crimson tear that was so alone soon became a puddle of blood along the table and his knife as he took a small scrap of cloth and held it along her skin letting the blood stay in her body as he did not want her to bleed out but what she fail to understand this was just acting like a trace so to speak for he would have to recut a few more times after she was healed for a bit to let the body react to the scar and let the scar stand out.
Healing was not a trait Vick knew that well but for her he would pick up a few things as he did not want her to die yet. Maybe deep down he wanted to keep her around and have this game as he was bored in the isle but maybe it was something else as he let a smile touch his face as he listened to her and kept quiet as the blood slowly clotted along her body.
This was just the start for it would be many bells before she would leave this room but that was something he would let her know down the road for now she clearly did not need to know that.
Without asking Vick moved about her, her hands moved above her head on each side and were strapped in leather cuffs for her arms and her feet were down the same as each limb moved to a corner that was held by locks along the cuffs and metal chains along the ground. A rather simple but effective means. Other rooms held different means but this room was a rather simple idea behind it as within a few simple chimes she was bound by the table.
She may have been bound but Vick was not sure if she was here or deep inside her head. Her words seemed spaced apart and did not hold the same force they did when she first met him just abit ago in his lab but Vick knew even the safe realm of her mind would not keep her for long for her body would force her out and face the horrors of life soon enough as the chains along the ground were pulled deeper into the ground removing the movement on her arms and legs with a small crank on the bottom of the bed..
A simple blade was picked up within his hands, the weight of the blade felt heavy for once to him as he looked upon the soul on the table. Torture was something he had done in the past but it was different. It was another female that told him no in a sense but questioned him and for that he removed her finger and made her craft it with malediction effects. She was never the same but it did not matter for she was just a means to an end with him and she did not last long enough for Vick to understand the weight of his actions.
A part of him had to wonder what this young girl would do after this. Would she be the same? Would she be different? Would she fear or hate him or just view the world as black and white painting with no emotion anymore? So many things came to his mind as he pressed the tip of the clean sharp blade along her left ankle. The tip pressing in the skin ever so lightly letting a crimson tear run down her smooth pale skin as if her soul itself was starting to cry.
With care and focus Vick pulled the blade down along her skin, cutting into her very flesh downward as if he was just cutting along a dead limb but he knew better. This limb was so very much alive and he knew she would feel the pain and react. He knew her screams would reach his ears but he could not pay her any mind even if she begged him to stop as the tip of the blade moved along the upper side of the other side of her ankle as he formed a clear one line circle along her left ankle.
He knew the chains that were now stretching her limbs would not give her the room to kick and fight so his circle was fine the way it was but her body could and would still bleed as the once crimson tear that was so alone soon became a puddle of blood along the table and his knife as he took a small scrap of cloth and held it along her skin letting the blood stay in her body as he did not want her to bleed out but what she fail to understand this was just acting like a trace so to speak for he would have to recut a few more times after she was healed for a bit to let the body react to the scar and let the scar stand out.
Healing was not a trait Vick knew that well but for her he would pick up a few things as he did not want her to die yet. Maybe deep down he wanted to keep her around and have this game as he was bored in the isle but maybe it was something else as he let a smile touch his face as he listened to her and kept quiet as the blood slowly clotted along her body.
This was just the start for it would be many bells before she would leave this room but that was something he would let her know down the road for now she clearly did not need to know that.
