Into deception

Salty wounds

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"What the hell is this!" his scratchy voice begins to rise in volume as his mind begins to escape the small coma it just was in "WHAT IS THIS"

"See" Lev sighs "told you he'd be a screamer, which is why I said to slip in some extra but no, you just had to rush and grab" the water licks the air before bouncing back into it's infinite pool of water leaving all but little drip to echo in the vast space. Her feet continue to swirl in the reflective liquid anyhow, disregarding the situation in front of us fully out of spite.

"Yeah let's just ignore the fact we truly did in fact have no time whatsoever, but sure, complain anyhow"

She grunts shaking her head "fine, just shut up or I'll slit your throat dumbass"

The man looks at me as I all but smile "oh that was meant for you, hence you know, the dumbass part and all" he coughs looking up at me through his dazed eyes.

"Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Why do they always say that" I stretch over looking to her but she just laughs.

"When my men find you I'm going to personally fucking kill you" he stares deeply into me as if every word was imagined, felt, lived through countless times over.

"Very moving, I promise, but now onto actual things of importance. You and Bane talked for a while, what was it about?"

"You think just because he fucked you a couple of times you're suddenly something special, off limits?" He shakes narrowing his eyes "he'll kill you when he finds out what you did to me, but before he does I'll ask for a minute alone to show you-"

His very annoying voice stops speaking very quickly as I pull out the knife that I've put through his hand. He screams and shudders trying to outrun the pain that seems to be overtaking every part of him, but evidently that's impossible.

"This is how it's going to go, you stall and I hurt you, you piss me off and once again I hurt you, you don't answer my questions and I'll do what...?" I close some space between us.

"H-h-urt me me" his veins budge and pulse as he utters words actually worth listening to.

"Good boy" I set the knives onto the side for future use "so, what did you talk about?"

"You" he spits through his shut teeth, his forehead glistens as sweat rolls past his neck all the way down to his collar.

Levi turns around fully this time staring at me, but I keep still "what about?"

"I told you what you asked, I can't tell you anymore-no stop wait- wait- stop- what are you doing"

I pick up the little square razor putting it to the end of his nail where the bed of it meets his skin, the second the tip of the silver touches his skin the red begins to paint over everything it pleases. I would be lying if i said my mouth wasn't watering slightly, I carve till a thin layer of the skin has lifted. He carries on screaming, trying to pull away from the chair itself but there's no point in any of that, I take the skin with my fingers and begin peeling it back.

I glance up from his hand and into him seeing everything that was hidden away. Whether that be ego or fear, all of it comes pouring out. Funny what pain can do to a person.

As he carries on trashing about in the chair, the barbed wires continue to slice it's way even deeper at his wrists to the point where I can barley see the dim silver anymore, his skin seems to have swallowed the wire whole and drip by drip the blood continues to stain the floor bellow us.

I finally stop pulling on his skin leaving the piece barely attached to his raw bright finger, for now at least "you should really start answering my questions because I'll peel your whole hand off, I promise"