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"Do you want to no longer see, or no longer talk?"

This entire one shot is dedicated to Desolve.

Part two of Elijah torturing Devon.
Warning - Blood again, not for the faint hearted.
Read at your own risk.
Enjoy 

Three hours later, Elijah was back in the basement, sighing at the pathetic male that hung from his ceiling. "Why do I even bother with this shit." He murmured to himself as he lowered the male back down to the floor, slowly pulling the chains free from Devon's hands. "Oi, you piece of shit, wake up." He said as he kicked the male in the ribs, smirking when he winced and curled in on himself. "Yeah, I get it. It hurts." He rolled his eyes, picking the male up before quickly and quietly strapping him down on the table.

"I'm going to let you choose, do you understand?" Elijah looked into the males dark green eyes, watching as Devon nodded his head quickly. "Great." He grinned, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do you want to no longer see, or no longer talk?" He asked, his lips twitching. He could see the male thinking the question over, but nevertheless he let him think for a few moments. "No longer see..?" Devon sounded unsure of his answer but Elijah shrugged and grabbed a blindfold, easily covering the males eyes. "Great choice."

He hummed as he grabbed the old rusty hammer of the table, along with two screws. "Now, Devon. Hold still will you?" He lined the screw up to one of the males eyes before whacking it hard, with the hammer, sending it through the males eyes. Devon screamed, thrashing against the table that held him bound. "Sh. Sh.. You're okay." Elijah didn't sound to be bothered he was more interested in the blood that was seeping out of the blindfold. Once the male had stilled, Elijah was quick to do the same to the other eye. "There. You can no longer see. Like you picked."

He dug around in his jacket pocket, finally pulling out a pocket knife before he dragged a chair beside the table, sitting down. "You know, I've always wanted to be an artist?" He was almost making idly conversation, as if the male before him wasn't being tortured. He sighed, running the knife down Devon's leg. He applied pressure, letting it cut the skin, beginning to draws patterns, the blood slowly rolling down the male skin. It wasn't long before you could hear the faint, drip. drip, drip. As the blood fell from the table and onto the floor under them.

Elijah sighed as he stood up, stretching his arms out. "I shall see you in a few hours. Do try to scream." He hummed as he walked out of the basement, letting the door slam behind him. Leaving the male, writhing in pain on his basement table.