DESPERATION/// : ˌ despəˈrāSH(ə)n. ( noun. )
a state of despair, typically one that results in rash or extreme behavior.
he’s surveying the area, trying to find an ADVANTAGE, a weak point in his little cage she constructed for him with barbed wire and a mallet. something so simple yet elegant, yet TERRIFYING, he’s left in her wake. taking this job is giving him a much needed rain check on a possible c a r e e r change, but the deed’s already done. the line has already been crossed, and he can’t undo what he did.
stories, horrifying stories of men murdered with just a rusted nail, and here he is being THREATENED with an obscenely vague phrase of that very same fate. he edges backwards, trying to be inconspicuous, back pressed flat against the back of the chair while his forearms accidentally drag against the wire and exuding CRIMSON. a grunt of pain, something he swallows down. he’s afraid, but he keeps his face unrelenting of emotion that she’ll FEED OFF OF. ( minus the way his eyes moisten. he can’t help that. )
❛ a rusted nail, ❜ he answers, voice shaky as his fists clench into a FIST. ❛ what do you want? to torture me? you already got the file, just let me go. you don’t NEED me anymore. ❜
it's time ! a once vexed personage now only appeared sanguine. imagination bared every possible outcome of situation, yet none seemed to matter within their current circumstance : she remained in CONTROL ( & she couldn't wait to hear him scream ! ). every attempt at an unaffected facade failed through the pretense of her own professionalism. he was an open book, & she was ready to devour every word & emotion that would exude.
rusted metal still lingers through digits, finding placement just above an already entrapped hand. ❛ ya move too much. ❜ but of course there needed to be a certain amount of symmetry ---- it needed to be a fair game. without a slight glance in the opposing direction, desperation filled every sense : how hues shifted manically, the belittlement of a slight push backward. he was cowering. a once free hand harbored an object similar to the one previously exhibited ( another rusted nail ! how was he really supposed to move with both hands nailed to the wooden chair ? who knew ! ). features manifest hysteria before the slightest of pauses. ----- all weight pressed upon both palms, the feeling of blood & the crushing of bone & its connection to the material below, it's everything she had ever wanted ! digits mirrored the coloration of a crimson tinted appearance.
❛ yer not gettin' it. yeah, i got the file, but what ya did ----- i can't let ya go unpunished ! batsy didn't really think this through, huh ? ❜ she had been plenty aware that physical torment wouldn't be enough, no, the prohibition of movement had merely been a precaution. everyone had their worst demons, & she happened to know every single one.
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