Oswald smirked, still staring into Ed’s eyes. They had clouded with something strange. Something different than anything he had seen before in the taller man. He assumed that look to be one of his intense intrigue.
In reality, Ed’s mind was going fuzzy with lust and excitement at hearing Oswald describe in detail what he did to his victims. The idea of him clipping off their appendages as if he were clipping hedge or something. Bolt cutters. How those men must have screamed. Soon Oswald was rambling himself a little, not that Ed minded one bit. The penguin was detailing the way they screamed, begged even for mercy. How the weaker two men crumbled so easily and so pathetically that they almost took the fun out of the whole experience. It was somewhere amidst his descriptions that Ed found himself vividly imagining the events as if he had been there. He could really imagine being there.
Oswald had the men tied up in chairs side by side so they could watch as each endured the carnage before the next had his turn. The first man was taller, he had said, than the others. A man with long fingers probably. Ed could just envision the way the blood would splatter from the wound when the tip of his first finger was snipped off. Then the next section of it. And the next. Perhaps that was where the blood on Oswald’s sleeve came from. Such long fingers… Ed could practically hear the way they would scream as the segments fell to the ground. The horror of it all. The mellifluous sound of such an agonized cacophony. A symphony of pain played by the deft, skilled hands of the one person Edward loved. The only person he had ever loved. The best person he had ever known.
- Chapter 13, Life Only Gives You One (X)
Archive Warnings for Graphic Violence, Mature rating for violence and future sexual content
Gif done by the brilliant and talented @spacelnvader
