[Action, forward dated to after the shadow event]

[sternefacade]

[He was in trouble. He knew it. There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't run, he couldn't hide, and he could never disobey.

So he waited for her. He waited for her to call, and he waited for her to punish him.]




((OOC: This is for Grace and Brera only. WARNING. This will be... oh god I don't even know. It's going to be intense, there's going to be physical and psychological torture involved, and it's not going to be pretty.))

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[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

[She holds out her arm, pulling up her sleeve. The evidence of their fight is still visible; a few slashes still bandaged.]

What do you see.

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[He responds quietly, without emotion.]

The wounds I inflicted upon you.

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

You do realize I let you inflect these, yes?

[She asks it as a question, but it's not. Not really.]

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[He nods, vaguely recalling wondering why she didn't defend herself. He had been so overcome that it didn't matter.]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

When you go back, they will ask what happened to you. You will tell them that Vajra attacked you while on patrol. That will give no doubt to why you're injured.

[Beat.]

You know that this must happen. Even if I allowed it, you injured me. You deserve at least a fraction of that. On your knees.

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[He nods in understanding and gets down on his knees, mentally preparing himself for the pain that's to come.]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

[She walks behind him, placing her foot in the middle of his, she begins to put pressure on his back.]

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[He grits his teeth and stays upright, her heel digging into his back painfully.]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

[She presses again, harder.]

Does that hurt?

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[The increased pressure forces him onto his hands to stay upright. He lets out a soft hiss.]

Yes.

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

I should hope so.

[She just continues to press against his back.]

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[It's still not the worst pain he's ever felt, but it's enough to illicit an involuntary groan, just loud enough to hear.

He's starting to have some trouble keeping himself up. His arms are shaking a bit.]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

[She lifts her foot off his back, just for a second, before slamming it back.

It wasn't like it would do serious injury, nothing that couldn't be repaired.] What hurts more, this or the fact that Ranka doesn't trust? That she probably hates you?

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[He jerks downward when the foot comes back down, but manages to stay upright.

The answer... would be the latter, definitely, but his teeth are too tightly clenched together to really respond except with another grunt.]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

I didn't hear you.

[She puts all her weight on that foot, as she leans forward.]

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[Augh damn. His eyes squeeze shut and he manages to growl out a single word.]

Ranka.

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

[Even though he can't see her, Grace smirks and only says one sentence,]

Collapse, Brera.

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[His arms give way and his chest and the side of his head hit the floor as he lets out a grunt.]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

[She moves her foot off him, moving away--looking for something in the room.]

Stay down there. You look better that way.

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't move, he just lays there and catches his breath.]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

[She looked through the numerous instruments, looking for something that would heighten the pain...]

Bang your head against the floor.

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[He lifts his head up and releases it, landing with a thud on the floor.

He does it again

And again.

And again.]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

[She smiles to herself as she finds what she's looking for, a scalpel. With this in hand she walks towards him again.]

You may stop. Turn over onto your back.

[sternefacade.livejournal.com]

[With a bit of effort he manages to roll over so that he faces upward, his back to the floor. He watches her warily, blood trickling down from his quickly bruising temple.]

[implantsgrace.livejournal.com]

[She lifted the scalpel, letting the light flash off it.]

Are you ready?