Do you believe in karma?
When: 6am onwards, starting 27th May
Where: Agency building and ?
What: Mariana is punished for messing up one of the agency’s missions. Torture ensues. ( tagging @nickxsullivanx for plot reasons)
Warnings: Torture, gore, violence, very light sexual harrassment
It had been a simple message.
6am. Don’t be seen.
Of course, Mari knew perfectly well that this was an order, not a request. She’d been expecting it, if she was being honest with herself. Ever since she completely screwed up that last mission, she knew that this call was coming. What would happen when she got to their meeting place, however? She had no idea. There had been a fair few threats, some more terrifying than others, but... They wouldn’t really go through with any of it, right?
Her answer came when 6am rolled around and she was moving into the agency building. She’d contemplated texting Nick to let him know, but had decided against it. He didn’t need some clingy girl on his back all the time, and so she went in without telling a single soul where she was going...
Only to be met with a sharp pain in her neck and a burning sensation rushing through her body as vervain was injecting straight into her bloodstream. It was barely a second before her body went limp and everything went black.
~.~.~.~.~
Waking up was an unpleasant experience. Nearly as soon as she came around she was met with pain. Pure, searing pain. In fact, it was so much so that it was hard to even work out where exactly it was coming from.
As she started to come around, it started to become a little easier to differentiate. The first thing that came to her attention was the fact that she couldn’t move her legs. Then came the fact that she could see her legs. Bare skin. She’d been wearing jeans when she came in... That had been cut up by the thighs by the look of it. Her t-shirt had undergone a similar treatment. There was just enough covering her chest, but it was clear that whoever was responsible for her state hadn’t cared too much for her decency.
There were multiple needle marks around her knees and ankles, the veins irritated and dark against her pale skin. There were similar marks around her hips above the waistband of her now-shorts, and she had a feeling there was probably more elsewhere.
After the needle marks, her next thing she focused on was the silver on her wrists and what she figured was around her neck too if the burning against her skin was anything to go by.
She felt hot for the first time in a long while. Her skin was covered in a light sweat and her lips were dry. She could feel that her fangs were out and her entire body was trembling where she was laying against the wall of a practically empty room aside from a chair and table... and an agent.
“Oh look, the bitch is awake.” A patronizing, sickening voice came. “’bout time, I was getting bored.”
Mari tried to form words but her throat felt dry and rough, and the moment her voice tried to escape she was launched into a weak coughing fit, sending her head spinning.
“Aw, look at you... Where’s your bark gone, princess?” The voice was closer now, footsteps squeaking along the floor until the guy was kneeling in front of her, a knife glinting away in the light above them. “At least you’re still pretty. I might avoid that face of yours. It’d be a shame to ruin it... at least not until the last minute.”
Mari’s eyes closed again, a shallow breath pushing free as she tried to get enough strength back. If she just... Her leg moved. Just a little movement, but it was enough to catch the agent’s attention.
“Oh! No no no, none of that. Here. Let me fix it.”
What happened next all seemed to be a bit of a blur to her fogged mind. He was gone again, and then as soon as it was back, there was a searing pain in one knee, and then the other that caused her to scream in agony, spreading up and around until it was completely numb and her body relaxed, though her mind did not. Not when he was back with that silver knife again.
“Now that that’s fixed, let’s have a little fun, shall we? I was told I could mark you up as much as I like. Just like you should’ve marked up that little family we sent you after. Maybe you wont feel so good about it when you’re in three times as much agony as any of them would’ve gone through had you just done. Your. Job. Tell me, Mariana. Do you believe in Karma?”
The first cut was shallow, but it pulled a groan from her through gritted teeth, blood beading up and trickling down her arm towards the floor.
“Because, a little bird tells me that you’ve hurt more than just your little meals before... What about... your father?”
A second cut, just above the first.
“I bet he died screaming. Begging for you to stop. His own daughter.”
A third cut, above that one... But it was the words that cut most, as cliche as it was.
“You know you deserve this, sweetie. You’ll be begging for it soon enough. Begging me to carry on. Begging me to make you suffer for the pain that you put him through.” There was a series of cuts similar to the first, no words exchanged between them until her arms were coated in little rivulets of blood and she was trembling all over again. He wiped the blood on her shorts.
“Thatta girl. You took that so well.” He punctuated the word with a little squeeze of her cheek which had her growling at him through her fangs, wanting to attack his greasy, smarmy little face.
“Ah-ah. None of that.” He purred. “Let’s try something a little deeper this time, hm? How much do you like your legs?”
~.~.~.~.~
There’d been breaks. She wasn’t sure for how long but all she knew was that whenever she passed out, she seemed to be left and it only continued when she woke up again. Each day came with similar torture, sometimes weaving in things that were supposed to make her far more uncomfortable than in pain. Little touches in inappropriate places, words that messed with her head... She had no idea how many times she’d passed out now, but it was on the brink of yet another that the agent’s prediction finally came true.
It was as he was describing in detail how it must feel to be bitten by a vampire while carving two holes into her neck that she caved. With her hands clenching and pulling against the silver cuffs, she caved.
“Please... Please, I deserve it.”
~.~.~.~.~
The torture continued, alternating between silver and vervain. There was even a few instances with a vervain-laced silver knife that had her begging particularly quickly.
She had no idea how long they’d been at it... No idea what time of day it was, whether a day had even passed. All she knew was that she could barely think or move and she’d be surprised if she could ever walk again with how much her legs had been through.
But even through that... She was getting used to the sensations. She was getting used to the constant state of feeling like she was about to die at any moment. Even with most of her skin coated in cuts and blood in varying depths and volumes, she was getting used to it... And then came the gunshot. One silver bullet straight through her thigh. It wouldn’t kill her, of course it wouldn’t, but it was close. It was so close... And with the bullet firmly lodged in her leg, leaving her screaming and begging, the agent left her to suffer while he went home to sleep.
