Fading Lights: Returned Lights | Herobrine x Redrare

Part 27: Forced hands

I hated this. 
Nighty was already screaming his lungs out in fear, struggling hard against the ropes that held him down. Sylvie wanted me to start by giving him some burn wounds, so I did as told, hating every heartbeat of this. She told me where to put the hot iron bar, mainly arms and legs. She had seemingly switched our clothes while we were passed out, because we were dressed in rags. Something that was probably supposed to make this torture much easier. I just wanted to cuddle Nighty by now, tell him I was sorry, but I was too scared of Sylvie. I felt like absolute shit already... 
"Press it into the middle of his chest with the tip. Let's see how much he'll handle this time.", Sylvie purred. I clenched my teeth hard and got the hotter bar of the two, closing my eyes as Nighty started to screech again, pushing hard against the bar to get it off. Tears ran down his cheeks, he struggled heavily. The iron dug deeply into his chest until something cracked and he spat out blood. I immediately pulled away, panicking. Sylvie perked up, grinning. "Those are some extremely weak bones he has there...", she mumbled, interested. Then she giggled. "The bar is probably still warm... Smash his left arm." 
I turned to her, staring a bit. She just coldly eyed me, not allowing me to say no. 
With a heavy heart I looked back at Nighty, who was just raspily breathing by now, heavily bleeding and barely struggling. 
I let out a small whimper and raised the bar until I noticed something. 
Instead of panicking, Nighty just calmed down a lot more. He tried to stop trembling a bit, letting out a few weak coughs. 
I remember this state from when I used to go on killing sprees. That's what happens when someone is close to dying, or is forcing their entire body to give up... 
With a resigned sigh Sylvie came up behind me and grabbed the metal bar from me. "Pussy...", she muttered and raised it above her head, not even hesitating as she broke his bones. 
Nighty's reaction was much stronger than I thought. He jerked up, opening his mouth for a silent cry, but his body tensed up at that and forced him to only let out a silent breath. Sylvie kept repeating that for a while until Nighty finally went limp. 
I teared up, hating what was about to come. 
Sylvie threw the metal bar into a corner. "Do not hesitated, next time you do, you're dead. Now give him a shot of the adrenaline. We're gonna continue our work by denailing him." 
I cringed heavily and got the syringe, as well as the pliers. The problem is, he had toe nails, but no finger mails. But I was aware that Sylvie wanted me to tear out his claws as well... 
The shot of adrenaline administered to him was enough to make him wake up again. He whimpered softly, holding onto the arms of his chair. 
"Rip only his claws out, I have a different plan for down there." 
I nodded slowly and started with his left thumb. Softly grabbing it, I was about to put the pliers to their use, when Nighty gently grasped my hand with his own trembling fingers. I paused a bit and looked at him. Sylvie already raised an eyebrow and wanted to step in when Nightmare whispered something to me, his voice raspy and exhausted sounding. I teared up when I heard what he said, but nodded. 
He wanted me to continue. He's right with the fact that we need Sylvie to leave, but until then I'd have to obey. 
Hurting him was not only torture for him, but also for me, but I kept going like he told me. 
However he didn't expect me to rip out his claws. 
After one hand was done and he was done with screaming, I had gathered 5 claws, 2 of them with their respective fingers, or a part of them, still attached. They were extremely bloody and Nightmare cried out whenever even just a slight bit of air touched them. He had an insane amount of trust in me, even during this torture. 
Sylvie rubbed over her temples. "Remove his claws on the other hand, then sit back down in your chair, I'll keep you tied up for the night so you won't get dumb ideas.", she grumbled. I nodded a bit and did the same to Nighty's other hand. His voice was starting to break, it was only a raspy scream by now. 
Once done I put the pliers and claws away, turning to Sylvie. She eyed me. "Push your chair to your husband, I want you to constantly see his misery.", she told me, grinning. 
I bit my lip, but did so, sitting down. Nighty relaxed a small bit at my presence, trembling heavily and crying. 
Sylvie tied me up before taking off his blindfold. He shifted up, not used to the lights. His eyes had turned into a dull silver, he couldn't handle much more. His mind was already broken, but he clung to whatever trust in me he still had. 
The sight alone broke my heart and I let out a small whimper, not noticing that Sylvie left, leaving the lights on so I can see the full damage. 
Nighty's hand was unusable. His entire left arm was useless by now, the bones were way too destroyed. The burn wounds were brutal as well, by now it was a miracle that he was even alive and kind of well... 
I softly sighed and mentally connected to him as I sometimes did, comforting him like this. He shifted a bit in his chair and snuggled up to the image I created in his mind. "We'll get out of this, baby... I promise...", I whispered tenderly, really hoping so. He nodded weakly, holding onto my hope as well. I didn't mind, humming softly to put him to sleep, which he soon did, too raspy to snore. My own mind needed a while to calm down and lay to rest, but eventually I managed.