Reincarnated in a Pokémon world

22. Play

[WARNING GORE]

The black man held pliers on his hands, tried to figure out where he should start. Joltérax's still not sure after a long while pondering so he simply asked Lyon for an opinion.

– Which fingernail should I start removing?

Joltérax kindly asked with a smile while heating up pliers with something similar to a lighter. But definitely, that's not a regular lighter when it could heat steel pliers red-hot. Lyon heard the question but did not answer. His body kept shivering from the thought of the upcoming torture.

– If you can not decide, I just choose randomly. Is that okay?

Upon hearing Joltérax pried for an answer, Lyon kept his mouth shut. He'd still suffer no matter what he chose, wouldn't it? And again, Joltérax did not care about Lyon's response. The black man right now was enticed by the sight of his treasures and lost in his own world. Then he looked heatedly at the small helpless child like an interesting new toy.

– There, there. Don't be scared. It's just like a mosquito bite.

"What? Stop lying. 'Just a mosquito bite?' Nah. It's gonna hurt like a bitch. You think I'm retarded?" Lyon wanted to cuss and spit in this psycho's face. But unfortunately, his condition wouldn't allow him to squash to death this mosquito buzzing around.

With a calm demeanor, Joltérax used one hand to put Lyon's hand in place and the other hand to make the pair of pliers, which were already heated red-hot, individually grasp each of Lyon's nail in turn and slowly pry it from the nail bed before tearing it free from the digit. The black man started first with the thumb, then the index finger and so on. After Joltérax had completed with the ten fingers on Lyon's two hands, he continued to do so with the unfortunate kid's toes.

During the entire process, Lyon clenched his teeth to ignore the searing pain but it's unbearable. He wanted to scream but he remembered what this psycho had said. Every time he screamed, Joltérax would make his Pokémon scream as well. So Lyon tried to endure it by clenching his teeth to the point of blood seeping out from the gums. He could even taste metal in his mouth but the pain in his jaws was nothing compared to the fire burning his flesh.

Lyon managed to keep himself from screaming and crying but wasn't able to stop groaning especially when Joltérax skillfully tortured him as slow as possible so Lyon could enjoy the pain to the fullest. His entire body kept shaking uncontrollably as he felt his brain convulsed in his head. Lyon concentrated on listing prime numbers in his mind to lessen the pain but it's not really effective as the agony was prolonged. Seconds felt like centuries. He just wanted this to end but the more he prayed the slower time passed.

Joltérax was surprised at how Lyon could hold his voice. Was this one really a kid? This kind of pain was even unbearable to some adults. Joltérax had misjudged when thinking that this kid would scream as soon as he started. The black man had only felt bored and thought this toy would bring a bit of entertainment at first. Now Joltérax was really intrigued and wondered how long would this kid be able to hold his voice.

– I suggest you should start begging. Maybe I feel touched and spare you.

The black man spoke with a sympathetic voice like he was the kindest man in the world. Urgh. So disgusting! But Lyon couldn't beg Joltérax to stop even if he wanted to. His pride wouldn't allow him to and it'd only make the black man lose interest. He just needed to buy a little more time. Lyon glanced at the only standing Pokémon – Zangoose, who kept shivering the entire time. "No good, huh?" – Lyon knew Zangoose was traumatized but he couldn't help feeling disappointed.

Joltérax also noticed Lyon glancing at Zangoose but only felt how ridiculous this kid was when putting his faith in a coward. Did he even know how Zangoose was able to survive all this time? Zangoose was always cowering in the corner whenever seeing others being tortured. Such wishful thinking, kid. So pointless because it's impossible for Zangoose to raise its hands against the embodiment of its nightmares.

– Oh, we should treat the wound. Wait for me a bit.

Hearing Joltérax's words, Lyon looked at how blood spurting out like in some horror movie scenes while Joltérax was searching for something. Lyon wondered what this son of b!tch was going to use. Probably salts or something to make him suffer more. There's no way a psychopath would be kind and treat his injuries.

Joltérax pulled out a small glass bottle which contained colorless liquid and kindly told Lyon to stay put. When the black man opened the lid, he couldn't smell any scent either. What was this? Colorless and odorless liquid? Water? What the h3ll? There's no way, right?

But the moment Joltérax poured the liquid on Lyon's wound and an intense pain suddenly overwhelmed all his senses, he recognized immediately what this liquid was because he's so familiar with chemicals. Sulfuric acid. This motherf#cker poured vitriol directly on his injuries and made sure to do a thorough job on all of Lyon's fingers and toes. He could see and feel how his flesh was slowly corroded. It was naïve of him to think he could tolerate the torture. But just a bit more. He just needed to endure a bit more.

Joltérax's amazed that Lyon succeeded in holding his voice. Lyon was groaning like crazy. He didn't know how but he managed to stop his screams. Seeing this made Joltérax even more riled up.

– How about some decorations too? Give me a moment.

Joltérax grinned ear to ear while taking out iron nails and a hammer from his backpack. Realized what this psychopath intended to do, Lyon wanted to retract his hands and feet but it's pointless. The black man bent Lyon's back and fixed Lyon's hands on the ground with his feet. Then Joltérax started hammering.

Lyon could fully see and feel what was happening in slow motion. The nails slowly buried its way into Lyon's fingers, tore his flesh bit by bit and pierced his distal phalanxes. Joltérax slowly and skillfully hammered all of the nails in Lyon's fingers and toes. The black man could hear him groaning in pain and could see how his body kept convulsing. But this only made him feel ecstatic.

Joltérax finished hammering and there's still no scream coming from Lyon. The black man felt elated from seeing Lyon had endured all the tortures. He then asked with a joyful tone.

– You win this round, kiddo. Let's move to the next level, shall we?