From Atrisia With Love (Mirien)

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


It was an open secret tha every junior Inquisitor, except the heretics who did not count, wanted to make out with the Grand Inquisitor at some point. Unlike some of this writer's characters, Sumiko was not terribly oversexed and even somewhat reserved when it came to such matters, yet she was quite apt at playing the part. The fact that a good deal of the desire she was feeling was not faked obviously helped a lot.


Agreed. Just like old times, isn't it? So she allowed Mirien to pull her up and did nothing to resist when the brunette pulled her into a deep kiss. Rather she reciprocated stroke for stroke, so that soon they were locked in a passionate, heated exchange of lips and tongues even as they moved towards the exit. Perfectly playing the part of an overly eager couple that could not wait to get home and jump into bed. Needless to say it was a bit difficult to maintain focus on technomancing the man's datapad while claiming Mirien's mouth, yet Sumiko managed.


After all, she had reach and flexibility. You're...a good kisser. Searching data...there's an email from a Julia Targayen, apparently his employer,.and a note about a large payment to his account. The bank seems to be a Muun one. Offshore account, she projected into Mirien's mind.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien smiled brightly as she pulled away. Reaching a hand down she entangled her fingers in Sumiko's and led her from the cafe, her bag still slung over her shoulder, for within it was all the tools she needed to help them both along this little adventure.

She walked slow enough to give the man time to follow if he was going to, and enough that it still seemed like two lovebirds enjoying their time with one another. Just like old times, indeed. Miren grinned as she shifted a little closer to Sumiko, resting her head against the woman's shoulder as they walked. An arm wrapped around her back, stroking at her body most lovingly.

Glad you think so. She replied to the comment about her kissing. Though it was undoubted that Sumiko would catch the mild embarrassment that Mirien felt for their grand public displays. Still she managed not to let an ounce of that show on her exterior. As for the account, that's highly suspicious, and the name .... That's a familiar cover ID. Mirien grumbled. Ran into an agent, not too long ago, similar account info in her belongings. She attempted to capture me then. A foolish mistake if ever there was one. The woman took a cyanide pill before I could extract the needed information. If this is another one of Julia's little agents.... Not that I ever tracked that name far .... I'd like to keep this one alive long enough to find out who the hell he's working for and what they want with Inquisition, or if it's just about me.

Mirien certainly hoped not. It wasn't like she didn't have millions of skeletons in her closet these days. And hell there was still the matter of her past, the one she could not remember. Don't let him near his hands once we grab him. The woman had the pill under a fingernail. Can't let him reach that, if he's one of the same people. She then guided Sumiko down an alleyway. "It's a shortcut, love I promise." Mirien said aloud with a soft playful giggle as she had caught a reflection of the man not too far behind them both in one of the shop windows they passed. Be ready for anything.... Mirien warned as they started down into the alley. No doubt the manling would not be far behind them.

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Still playing the game. To any outsider they would have appeared as a couple of overeager lovers. Ah, the irony of it. They could walk together in close embrace and make out heatedly - it was probably made even more believable by the fact that the passion was not wholly faked - but at the same time both were probably ready in the eventuality of the other suddenly trying a double-cross. One hand was that of a lover, the other held a dagger.


Trust and loyalty paired with paranoia and suspicion. In other words, just like the old times in the Inquisition. After all, it had been a twisted little family. Interesting. Didn't the name Targayen pop up in connection with a plot against the Queen when OP took over the first time? Back when this miserable purple blob was worth our time. There had been rumours of Bando Gora involvement.


Skeletons in a closet. They both had them. "It better be, love! Are you sure you don't want to just push me up against the wall and take me here?" Sumiko asked aloud, giggling playfully before she suddenly kissed Mirien heatedly, hands roaming over her body as they stepped into the alley. She could feel the man coming closer to them with every step. Not only could she sense him in the Force, she paid attention to the small things. His elevated breathing, the little sound his shoes made on the ground while he was trying to be stealthy.


She took note of what Mirien had said. Not to let him get near his hands. She had to give the spooks credit, a pill under a fingernail was not a bad move. Back in her day she had been equipped with an artificial tooth filled with cyanide. Let's knock him out. I'll mind rape him a bit, at that she pulled at the tangled web of the Force and harnessed it to unleash a smattering of mental power directed against his mind. Not a full battering ram because that was not her style, more like a surgical slash to leave him confused and paralysed. Enough time for Mirien to make her move and knock him out.

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Fun fact, Mirien. I am kind of jealous of you. Well, truth be told, always sort of was, but the point's different now. You got a blank slate. Yeah, I know how terrible not knowing who you were is, but their faces don't keep haunting you, do they? Of the people you maimed, sliced up, you get the picture.


Then again, mabye it's even worse if you get confronted with your victims but have no clue what you did to them. Then it all comes crashing down. Still feeling a tad jealous. Selfish? I know. Kind of am. Hell, the whole 'I don't want to be that monster anymore' trip is selfish because it helps me feel better about myself. A little bit.


Sometimes. When I don't see their faces. Eidetic memory is a queen. Classic picture: I'm in the shadows, watching you. Some idiot is trying to follow you...and her. Have I mentioned that I can't stand Sumiko? Guess I can't judge much, but still. Don't turn your back to her too long. See, I care about you. Somehow I did not get the memo about trying to relive your old days would be a terrible way to get your approval. Or love. Lust. Whatever. Kind of childish.


Back in the old days I could have mind raped that would-be spy stalking after you. Maybe even brought his worst fears to live. Certainly sucked the life force out of him. I can't do that anymore. Hell...changes you. Sometimes I miss it. It was pure, simple. Kill or be killed does not cover it because once you died, you were born again. I guess that's what 'respawning' is. Hunt, kill, be killed, come back again.


Until...well, that's a story for another time. Only got a sliver of my power. Still a wicked good shot and I can suppress my signature to an extent if I'm really concentrating. Maybe you'll sense me, but, hey, beauty of being a Clawdite is that I can be wearing almost anyone's face. Maybe one day we'll chat, but not today. I feel idiot spy's brains is being scrambled. You'll take him out, drag him away and question him. Back in the day I'd have enjoyed participating. Still, watch your back.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Such a lovely deadly game they played. Truthfully a game Mirien enjoyed less these days. The risks were great, and the rewards less so. That and she had a family she worried for now. One that certainly would miss her dearly if she were gone, and that she could not let happen. Though admittedly she didn't mind playing the role of a lover here. It was ... nice. Still she had her thing against showing such affection in public, but sometimes it was necessary and needed.

Indeed, the name did pop up back then. It wasn't something she really wanted to think about. If this somehow tied back to the Bando Gora, then she had other things to worry about, and wondered if they were out looking for their wayward child.

The kiss, she was quick to return stroke for stroke, exploring Sumiko's body as she went along. Pulling away she grinned, "Oh come now, darling you know how I feel about doing it in public. Plus I have such a lovely bed at home." He was getting closer now. She could hear his footsteps as he entered the alleyway.

As Sumiko launched her attack, Mirien made her move. A hand dropped down into her beach bag and she withdrew a singular pre-filled syringe. It paid to be prepared after all. Darting forward, she jammed the needle into his neck, and quickly administered the sedative. As the man started to fall, Mirien helped him to the ground as he finally passed out.

Kneeling down beside him, she carefully took his hands and made a quick search of them. Soon enough she found the finger, just like with the other agent, that carried the cyanide pill. Without hesitation, she ripped back the fingernail and removed the tablet beneath it, tossing it to the ground. "Solves that problem." She sighed heavily, "Should get him to one of the safe houses so we can properly question him. There's too many people around here, and someone is bound to hear him scream."

It was then that she caught sense of a familiar presence. Her brow furrowed for a moment, before she brushed the thought aside. She had to be imagining things. It was the adrenaline of what she'd just done, had to be. At least that was what Mirien told herself.

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Naamah Aesham]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Quick, surgical, professional. All over in a minute. I was good at that sort of thing before...well, I went to hell. I did not appreciate the 'clean' and 'professional' part. Too lost in getting my kicks from making people suffer because it made me feel good. Do you remember the rush? The feeling of power while they squeal and beg for mercy, despite knowing that you won't give it to them.


Oh, right, you cannot remember, how could I forget. But do you hear the whispers sometimes? I suppose it would be cheap and simple if I sulked about how the 'dark side made me do it'. I mean, that's popular with the Jedi. Revolving door policy. No wonder they're losing. But I digress, seems like this talking to myself thing makes me get long-winded.


Ah, well. Your would-be pursuer falls like a sack of potatoes, you rip out his cyanide. Crafty. Poor bastard probably doesn't know the afterlife isn't all it's cracked up to be. Then again, the end is not final anymore. Do you sense me? Don't worry, I'm not gonna be messing with your life. Maybe you do, but in a blink of an eye I'm gone. Maybe we'll meet again. Some day.

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


For a brief moment Sumiko had believed she felt something. A presence she had not felt in a long time - and did not really want to feel. Then she dismissed the claim. For now. So she turned her attention back to their would-be pursuer. Mirien had put him to sleep and removed the cyanide, so Sumiko made herself useful by outfitting him with a ball gag.


After all, there was the chance that he might prematurely wake up and then it would be very annoying if he started screaming. She never liked it when they screamed. It was annoying for her ears. Obviously Sumiko was the sort to carry a ball gag with her because there was always the chance she might have to abduct someone and keep them quiet. This was totally normal behaviour. Well, it was if you were a paranoid ex-spook. That done she also produced a pair of stuncuffs and put them to good use by binding his wrists.


That done she Mirien a nod, pulling the bound manling up since he was not in a position to walk himself. "Agreed. Lead the way. How far is it from here?" Presumably Mirien would want to go to one of her safehouses. It was not an option Sumiko liked much, but nonetheless a concession she was ready to make. One of her rare ones.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien chuckled slightly to herself as she watched Sumiko pulled out the ball gag. That certainly wasn't an item she carried with her regularly. Though she did have a few of those back home at her place.

"Not far, couple of blocks." It's in the basement of an old abandoned shoe shop. No one goes there anymore. No one really pays attention to the place either. It's simply been forgotten. Even Naboo is not without such places. She whispered to Sumiko's mind, after all one couldn't be too careful. Sadly this would be the last time she'd use the safehouse. Couldn't have anyone else knowing out her little hideouts. No, not at all.

Stepping over to Sumiko, she helped lift the manling. After all, she hardly expected Sumiko to do all the work. Not when chances were she was the target that was being watched and followed. Her mess that she'd have to clean up one of these days.

With that she started moving, leading the way through the back alleys, making sure they remained unseen. Finally they came to an old dark alleyway, that clearly barely saw any foot traffic given the amount of dirt and trash along it. A little further and they came to a set of steps leading downward. Above them on the walls of the building was a worn out sigh, Elariae Shoes. Though the E was completely worn off by now.

Mirien lifted a hand for Sumiko to stop and she lowered the man's legs to the ground. "Let me go first, need to disarm the traps." She said firmly as she started down the stairs. At the bottom, she carefully undid a series of nearly invisible trip wires. Come down to the door, she carefully unlocked it, and only opened it a fraction, just enough to fit her hand inside as she fumbled for something. Undoing the last major trap, which was a pressure sensor bomb just on other side of the door, she then motioned for Sumiko to come on down.

Pushing the door open, she then stepped inside. The place was windowless, thankfully, and sparsely furinshed, just as you'd expect a safe house to be. Though in the closet, Mirien had plenty of tools for any job, torture included. "There's a good chair to strap him to in the other room. It's been bolted down to the floor for that purpose. You'll find plenty of torture tools in that closet, along with a case of the usual drugs we use." She said as coolly and calmly as if they were discussing the weather on a bright sunny day.

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"Like in the old days, yes?" Sumiko said in a dry tone upon entering the safehouse, taking note of the precautions taken. No windows, sparsely furnished, obviously booby-trapped, which had made her mechu-deru senses tingle whilst Mirien disarmed them.


Still she stretched out with her senses to check the place for hidden listening devices, just in case. "Once in a while I experience a feeling close to nostalgia," she said conversationally while they moved the manling to the other room. A good chair awaited him there, bolted down to the floor, and Sumko wasted no time with tying him to it. As it happened, she was quite good at restraining people. It obviously came in handy in her line of work. One wondered whether she had ever considered pursuing an alternate line of work by becoming a dominatrix, since it seemed to intersect a good deal. She also removed the datapad she had mind-hacked earlier, putting it on a table.


"Then I recall the part about having a gun to my head and serving an unworthy ruler. The nostalgia wears off then," she added, sounding as if she was discussing whether she missed her old high school days. Was this Sumiko's way of saying that she missed Mirien just a little bit? Who knew? Well, presumably Sumiko did. Once their prisoner was properly bound, she began looking through the closet, removing some drugs, among them Sodium Pentothal. Contrary to popular belief, there was no super truth serum that magically made a victim incapable of saying anything but the truth. Indeed, pumping someone full with it would just result in them hallucinating like crazy, but these substances were still very useful.


Especially if you were in a position to terrify a subject with the prospect of being turned into a babbling idiot. And as it happened, both of them were quite good at messing with someone's mind. Becoming a vegetable was a good deal more frightening than death. So mind-altering drugs landed on the table, then she removed some electrocdes. Electrical shocks were quite handy. "I can wake him up any time. Or we can have a more thorough look at what information his datapad contains. What approach shall we take to break our subject when he wakes?" she asked.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

"Just like the old days. Not that they were ever particularly good days." She said with a sigh, as she shifted against the wall resting there. Folding her arms over her chest, she couldn't help but look over their captive, just studying him for a moment.

A sort of scoff like laugh escaped Mirien's lips, "Occasionally I have the same feeling. It doesn't last long." A shrug followed, "Just glad to be rid of that 'empire' finally." Anything beat that. That much in Mirien's mind was certain. Anything was better than the horrible past they faced. "Really don't miss that whole having a gun to my head thing. Kill switches were a queen, but I guess they trusted me less than most." A detail that she was quick to try and shrug off.

Mirien gave a nod, acknowledging that Sumiko could indeed wake him on their terms. "Right now, I think seeing what else is on his datapad would be wise. I'm curious what other information is there." Another sigh escaped her lips, "Personally, I'm all for tearing through his mind and seeing what we can pry from it, if he isn't cooperative."

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"Agreed. I'm happy to see the rotten 'empire' on the dust heap of history," Sumiko said with a shrug. There was a part of her that did actually miss her twisted little family. Even Mirien. The Atrisian was a fairly amoral woman and it would not be difficult to imagine them someday being at cross purposes. Especially given her secret Sith contacts. It was a situation Sumiko would rather avoid though. Partially due to simple survival instinct, partially because she did actually like Mirien.


"I like your style. I doubt a lackey like him knows that much, little need to be extra gentle with his mind if he doesn't spill the beans. Datapad it is then." With that she turned away from their unconscious prisoner, who was still properly tied to his very uncomfortable chair, and turned her attention back to his datapad, which by now had been nicely hacked. "You have some spare clothes somewhere? Maybe I'm being prudish, but interrogating a prisoner whilst wearing only a bikini seems...off to me," she spoke dryly whilst flipping through emails.


A lot of them were quite irrelevant. Presumably even secret agents/stalkers had a life, after all. Eventually she happened upon something more interesting. "It appears the credits he was wired are from a 'Covenant of the Shining Hand'. If memory serves, it's one of the many cults that arose after that Netherworld mess, thinking it's the End of Days, the 'Age of Aquarius' or similar rot. There's been hints at drug trafficking, darkside use, but they've gained a bit of a foothold here due to 'charity work'. OP suddenly deciding to deconstruct itself into mercenaries nobody hires left a vacuum."

 

[Mirien Valdier]

"It was pitiful in the end." She said with a shrug as she carefully and neatly arranged the tools that Sumiko had pulled from the closet onto the tray. A habit for Mirien, that helped her prepare for the actual interrogation that helped to calm her nerves.

"Perhaps not. But we won't know until we 'ask'. Now will we?" Mirien sighed, "I can be gentle when I want to. A part of me wonders if he'll be willing to sell out who he works for, if he believes he'll make out alive." A cruel trade, since she without a doubt would never let him out of here alive. No, his life would likely end today, here and by her hands.

Mirien then glanced to both of their clothing. "Right, changing. We both should do that. You stay here, and watch him. I'll go dig through the closet and see what I have for the both of us." With that Mirien pushed herself off the wall and headed through the basement and ended up in a small sparse bedroom. Pulling a bag from under the bed, she carefully sorted through it to find clothing that would fit Sumiko. Setting a couple items onto the bed, she then took the time to put on a simple suit for herself. As for Sumiko, she left her the option of two different suits. Returning back to the room, she glanced to Sumiko, her arms full with both neatly folded suits. "You can use either one. Should work out well for you I think. I also have a few shoe sizes in the closet in the bedroom if you want to go through those to find something you like and want."

She did sigh at the information presented. She had hoped for more than that. Not that she was getting it right then. But she could eventually."Interesting ... Could just be a front for deeper criminal activities. Certainly something we'll have to look into and see what we can find on that matter. Already it's making me antsy." She said softly. And that was mostly because she had run into these people before. She just could feel it, knew it. This was just too similar. Not that she shared that part of her thoughts.

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


Sumiko gave Mirien a nod. They could always start with a relatively softly, softly approach and then mind rape him ifhe was not cooperative. Oh, and she obviously could not resist an appreciative look since Mirien's suit was rather, uh, flattering for her. Hey, she was not frigid so she could appreciate that sort of thing. "Thank you. Looks nice," she commented before slipping on the first of the suits the former Inquisitor had brought for her.


It felt like old times, except not. The dynamic was different. The lack of having a gun to her head was very nice. She found that she did not miss the 'good old days', for they had not been good. Nostalgia was not a thing she indulged in much. "A front for criminals is possible. Many of these groups are just fronts for slaving and drug trafficking. Or perhaps for Force cultists with delusions of grandeur and relevance." Most tended to be darkside, but what people forgot was that light side purists could be destructive as well. Sometimes they were in a mood to sink cities for no apparent reason. The Atrisian had the strong impression that Mirien was holding something back, but she did not push. Partially because she doubted the woman would reveal it anyway, partially out of professional respect for her.


"Anyway, let's wake our guest up, shall we?" she said in a conversational tone. Looking over the tools and medical implements she selected a syringe and, after priming it properly, jabbed it into his throat. It would counter the sedative and induce him to wake up. After all, they had been so nice to let him sleep for a good while!

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien did truly hope he'd be at least remotely cooperative. A part of her wasn't in the mood for having to dig into his mind to find what she needed to know. "You're welcome." She said softly.

Neither of their pasts had been that great. At least Sumiko recalled all of hers. As crappy as the circumstances had been to get her there, it was nice to have her freedom now. "It really could be either. I suppose we'll find out." She said with a shrug.

"Indeed." Mirien said with a nod. Her eyes moved, watching Sumiko as she dosed the stranger. Against the wall, she patiently waited for him to come to.
Though her patience soon came to an end as she stepped forward and struck him across the face with the back of her hand, snapping him awake as his eyes attempted to focus on her. "Morning sleepy-head." A groan followed from him, and Mirien just sighed. "Oh come now, don't act like this is so terrible, you were following us. You should have known this would happen."

Folding her arms across her chest, she only looked at him for a moment, "Why don't we start with something simple, like .. your name. Start there and I promise we'll play nice." Oh the lies she would tell. She was being sweet right now, for now. That was bound to change.

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


They were playacting. The velvet glove would come off very soon. There was silence for a moment, then he spoke up. "Right, because I'm definitely gonna believe that," the man grunted. "Otto von Tresckow. Ask away, beat me, you're just gonna waste your time. All I did was follow you because I got paid. Though I'm not complaining about the view," he gave them both a cocky grin, but that soon vanished from his face when he was overcome by spasms of pain as an invisible force played with his lungs.


The effect did not last long. "I'm sorry. I hope it was not too painful. Would you like a cup of tea?" Sumiko asked ever so sweetly. "Why were you following us?"


"Is this the play nice and we'll pretend to let you go game?" the man asked irreverently. "If that's the case, it's transparent. There's people who are gonna come looking for me. I know folks in the police. They probably already..."


"Traced you? I'm afraid not. And I don't think Shining Hand is the type to get broken up about losing contractors. Same with Lady Targayen." These comments caused a flicker of something on his face. "Oh, yes, we know they hired you. Question is, why go after us? What do they want?"


"Congrats, you hacked a datapad. All I do is follow orders and go where the credits call me. Why don't you go ahead and probe my brain?" More empty bravado. Thereupon he was rewarded with a good smack across his face. Giving him a good, hard punch was tempting, but Sumiko dismissed that idea. See, senseless, repeated beatings just ended up making your victim too dazed to feel further injury.


"I may do that actually if you don't talk. Unfortunately, it may just leave you a vegetable. Unable to walk, talk, even think. Far worse than a clean, merciful death," Sumiko spoke with a cruel smile upon her face, then picked up a syringe. The man shuddered when he beheld it, but tried to keep his cool. "I see you are familiar with this concoction. It will induce paralysis into your limbs." He stiffened when she traced the syringe down his neck, though she was careful not to stab him. She was close enough to smell he was sweating. Finally the travel stopped, just one milimetre more and the syringe would be jabbed into his knee. "Last chance." Tresckow, if that was really his name, spat into her face. Sumiko wiped the saliva from her cheek, then he would suddenly experience an immensely numbing sensation when she jabbed the syringe into his leg.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien just lifted a brow at his name. Little other emotion registered upon her face. For a moment, she only watched the exchange between the prisoner and Sumiko. "She is right. No one is coming to look for you. That much I promise. It's not the first time I've run into one of you. I've already killed one of the Shining Hand's little contractors. Not a soul came looking. Believe me." She sigh softly. "No one is going to be looking for you. Not at all. You. Are. Alone. And ours." A smirk formed on her lips at the last words, clearly enjoying the game. "So, choose wisely what you say and I might actually let you live. If you prove useful. If not ... well I'm not opposed to leaving another body on the floor." That being the absolute truth. She'd kill him in a heartbeat. The second he proved no longer useful to them both.

Already Mirien was pressing lightly against the man's mind, looking for weak spots, places for easy access. She pressed a little harder, just to make sure he knew she'd do it in a second. "Well I suppose that means you know what fun little skills and talents we have. So you know I'm a forcer. That starts to narrow options down of who and why." She said aloud, though truthfully Mirien sounded bored.

Once more a smirk danced upon her lips as Sumiko toyed with him. This part, she was actually enjoying. A part of her had forgotten what it was like to make a prisoner squirm in such a way. To hold absolute power over someone, to hold their life in her hands.

"It's not the only place we'll inject that, my dear. A leg, is a simple matter to fix, other things like your heart.... Not so much."

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


"Go to hell," von Tresckow snarled. He grit his teeth and his jaw tightened when he suddenly lost all feeling in his right leg. So close was Sumiko that she could smell the sweat dripping down his face and she could drink in the rage that was coursing through him. Mirien was not the only one in the room who was enjoying this. For there was a rather cruel streak in Sumiko's personality that delighted in holding power over others and subjugating them.


"Been there, I found it quite a bore," she replied calmly in an almost bored tone. "I suppose theoretically you could replace this leg with a cybernetic...if we were to let you out. Then again, I may cripple the other one. Or your arm. Now, answer our questions."


Tresckow just glowered at her, but he did not lash out again like he had done before. "Go ahead. Whatever you do to me, my bosses can do a lot worse. If you want to waste your time, be my guest," he declared defiantly. False bravado? Perhaps, but either way he would break at some point, she was sure of this.


In response Sumiko shrugged and her lips curved into a smirk. "Fair enough, I suppose we shall get to know each other more intimately then," she spoke. The syringe travelled up across the man's chest towards his arm. He tried to pull away but with her other hand Sumiko grabbed him by the hair and roughly pulled him close. "Hmm. I don't think your girlfriend will appreciate you...with paralysed private parts," she spoke. As everyone knew, performance issues were serious business. Then suddenly the syringe travelled down and his pants were ripped just far enough for her to make the injection between his legs. Struggle was rendered futile due to an iron telekinetic grip keeping him in place.

 

[Mirien Valdier]

Mirien shook her head, "Yeah, Hell wasn't all that fun. Rather dull if you ask me." She said softly. Granted it wasn't something she liked to think about often but it had been where she got sent during the Netherworld affair.

"You don't really mean that. Everyone breaks eventually. Just how much are you willing to suffer through before you snap?" She asked aloud, though truthfully she expected no answer.

A smirk came to her lips, as she suspected she knew exactly where Sumiko was going with this. Ruining his manhood forever ... The idea amused her greatly. Nothing could have been more humiliating and life changing than that.

Mirien didn't even give him time to recover as she stepped forward and plucked a pair of pliers off the tray. Firmly gripping his right hand, she placed the pliers under his nail and with a hard yank, ripped his fingernail clean off. "Painful yes?" She asked with the sweetest of voices. "More so with this ...." The former Inquisitor said as she lifted a second syringe from the table. "It's a most unpleasant substance. Removes really any pain tolerance you have...." She said before gripping his hair, and pressing the syringe into his neck, injecting the lovely drug. "Believe me, things are about to get a whole lot worse for you." Still keeping with that sickly sweet voice as she eyed the other tools on the tray. The scalpel was looking awfully nice to her right about then. Though she was likely to stick with removing fingernails one at a time for a little while longer.

[member="Sumiko Tanaka"]

 

[Darth Libertas]

[member="Mirien Valdier"]


For her part Sumiko approved of removing fingernails. After all, the manling would not need them soon. She would be lying if she claimed that at least part of her was not enjoying this. After all, she did like subjugating and breaking others. There was a certain thrill in having complete power over life and death.


Their prisoner cried out in painful, excruciating agony when his pain tolerance was torn from him. By now he was in an extreme amount of pain, but, unfortunately for him, he would not die. He was sweating profusely and whimpered. Clearly he was getting closer and closer to breaking. Then he shook strongly when suddenly electrical shocks coursed through his body. His heart was racing and his breathing had become ragged. "Please...," he begged. "I don't..."


Sumiko cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Darling, maybe we're wasting our time. Maybe he really does not know anything. I suppose we should punish him for being useless," she said ever so sweetly. Then suddenly he would feel a pain greater than ever. To him it would appear like Mirien and Sumiko stepped away, and suddenly his skin began to burn. Far as he was concerned, a substance that felt like burning acid was injected inside his arm.


Before his eyes his flesh began to melt away...very fast. He screamed in horror when his right hand, where Mirien had just ripped a fingernail off, was stripped of flesh down to the bone. All his screams and struggles were to no avail when the sensation spread. Bit by bit one finger after another had vanished, then the substance began eating away his arm...Soon it had melted as well. Little did he know that all this was an illusion. "Please...I'll tell you...make it stop...." One could hear his heart beating inside his chest, so loudly it felt like he was about to burst. It took a great deal of energy for Sumiko to maintain the illusion, but she persevered, capturing his mind in a mental web of power and deceit.