🐦🔥: What would it take to turn Lyra into what she considers a villain?
🦚: What does Buzzy think of their physical appearance?
🩵: What does "love" mean to Kaanan?
Oh these are all perfect questions I knew I picked right going with the birds
Lyra is feeling dangerously close to a villain arc at her current point in Cosmic Love tbh. I think she has a very acute awareness that anyone can become a monster under sufficient duress. In her BG3 timeline, I think there were times that she considered herself a villain before the tadpoles. So, in answer, she thinks she'd become a villain if put under enough stress/torture. But even then, grief would taint it and hold her from full remorseless villainy. I think that's a main factor that separates her from Aaravos.
Buzzy loves their new form! The lack of a nose can be unsettling, but she likes being floofy and the big dark eyes. Mostly, she would worry about what other people would think of her, and how they would treat her, but she's surrounded by other zany characters so that bit isn't really a concern. If she could change anything, though, she'd be different colors, maybe a solid sage green instead of the stripes.
For Kaanan, love means "home". He hasn't left his forest home since becoming the guardian, not for long enough to miss it anyway, when he gets his brief reprieves. But when he cares for someone enough, he learns the feeling of homesickness, because when they're gone, the heart of the forest isn't home so much anymore. A part of home lives with them.
Day 22 - Torture Tuesday (Forced (to kneel/watch/hurt somebody else), whipped, “Do not look away.”)
"Torture, watching stuff, singing"
TW/CW: Forced to kneel, livestreamed torture, multiple different torture methods, whipping deluxe, knife whump, multiple whumpers-sorta, creepy/intimate whumper, electrocution whump, taunting, prideful whumpee, scared whumpee, smug whumper, quick mentions/implications of non-con and cannibalism, cursing
Word count: 2'544
Adam had spent the last hours setting up everything on his laptop. Camera, livestream, cash automatics. He was sitting popped up against the wall of the pool, occasionally lifting his gaze from the screen to leer over at Lyra.
Lyra was camped in the middle of the room, sitting as straight as possible on a metal floor for hours. She refused to sit to the other side of the room, now knowing what Adam was planning. But also knew it was pointless to try and sit next to him. At best he would just close his laptop, at worst he would...Do something. Taunt her or use it as a opportunity for a punishment. So she stayed right where she was, sitting straight, observing Adam or thinking.
Adam hit a few last clicks until everything was ready and connected. Then he set his laptop aside and caught Lyra's gaze with a sneer. "Well then, feel free to see for yourself. I know you've been dying to know what I'm doing."
Lyra narrowed her eyes, internally she was seething. Adam once again got her right where he wanted her. But she might as well indulge him now, it was better than waiting for him to commence his sick game. So she clumsily stood up, trying not to fall on blood-less legs. Once she got to about an arm's length away, bit more, she stopped. Remaining standing.
Adam smiled at her. „Sit your ass down, before I break your kneecaps and make you.“, he threatened saccharinely sweet.
Lyra glared but yielded nevertheless. Sitting down with her legs propped up. „So what‘s now?“
Adam in one fluid motion reached out for his laptop and turned it screen facing Lyra. So that his plaything could see the waiting screen of a livestream including a few of the set ups. The camera showing a dimly lit tiled looking just like…The storage rooms of this building…! Oh no. Oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Lyra‘s face slowly losing colour as realization set in told Adam everything he needed to know. „You value your cute little defiance like it’s gold. Well tonight its gonna benefit me.“
„What‘s your plan?“, Lyra asked, banishing the fear out of her voice as well possible. She knew that some people on the dark web watched and payed for live streams of people getting tortured or eaten or…other things. Adam bringing this up terrified her to the bone because it wasn‘t him! It didn‘t fit his usual style. And that made it and him unpredictable.
„Where would be the fun in telling you beforehand?“
„You do know that streaming is a hardworking field, I’m sure even more so in the dark web. I doubt you‘re even gonna get one viewer. You can’t do this shit from scratch.“
„Oh yeah. You‘re probably right. I guess then we‘ll just have to work up to it regularly, am I right?“, Adam mused.
Lyra closed her mouth. If looks could kill...She hated when he twisted her words. And he always did.
„Or you know. We could just assume that I prepared and thought of that already.“
In front of Lyra‘s inner eye the last couple serious torture sessions flashed by. All of them had have a camera present. Sometimes in the corner, sometimes directly in front of her. „Oh you motherfucker…!“
„Finally counted one and one together, hm? You‘re already known, sweetheart. And now move!“ He grabbed her by arm and stood up, effectively dragging her along. Towards the edge of the basin and then pulling her out, after climbing out first.
With one arm keeping a bruising grip on Lyra and the other one carrying the laptop, they made their way down to the storage rooms.
They had originally been used to keep PE equipment and were quite large. Now Adam had turned them into his personal torture video stage.
Lyra wanted to resist so badly but if she trashed and Adam‘s laptop dropped then…Yeah she'd rather not imagine. Instead her thoughts drifted to what Adam could do to her for views...But that wasn't something she wanted to dwell on either. Especially because she wasn't so sure where his limits laid...Not anymore.
It was really hard for Adam to keep himself from laughing since he could basically hear the panicked wheels turn in Lyra's mind. It was a little nerve wrecking for him as well, seeing that he never did anything like it.
After setting down his laptop, he led Lyra to a pole in the middle of the room. Untangling the shackled lengths of chain and letting them run over his hands loudly. Just playing with his prey.
"Stop looking at me like I'm meat and get to the point.", Lyra impulsively spat out. Immediately regretting it at Adam's delighted grin.
"Aww.", He closed in on her. "What's wrong, Thýma? Hm. You're not scared, are you?"
Lyra's gulped, her breath hitching as her personal space was reduced to ashes. "Scared that you're going to mess up and embarrass us both." she answered, attempting to sound unimpressed. It clearly wasn't working. She hated when he got this close. Hated it.
The red haired guy stepped even closer, seeing clearly through her facade. He raised his hand and with one singular finger tilted her chin up until she was all but forced to keep eye contact with him. "Oh please, Lyra. We both know you can't lie. Not to me."
Adrenaline surged through Lyra's veins like lightning. She knew she should say something, anything. To save her mask, but she couldn't.
Adam laughed. "Save yourself the trouble." He dropped her chin and returned to pulling the chains to a ring at the top of the pole and locking Lyra's wrist in the metal shackles. Currently they were long enough for her to stand with her arms stretched above her.
Then he went to turn on the camera, he also had a projector attatched to his computer, projecting the video of the livestream to the wall opposite of Lyra. So she could see everything, see herself.
When everything was working and double-checked he started the stream and put on a mask. Then he added a title at the top of the frame "Forced to kneel"
Lyra gluped hard. She did already not like this game. And yet she knew she wouldn't just give up. Couldn't. And deep, sharp grief flamed up in her chest at that.
Adam now began to talk again, pacing the area with slow, measured steps: "I'm sure your eyesight is good enough to see the title of today's session. That's where were gonna be by the end of it. When people come to watch they can donate money and wish for certain things to happen to you. Any questions?"
"Fuck you, you little shit!"
"Guess not then, let's get started, shall we?", he said and unfurled a whip at arm's length. This particular whip was loosely wrapped with barbed wire. When he aimed two lashes to the floor to warm up his wrist the sharp sound was layered with the tear of metal hitting metal.
Lyra shivered as she saw the whip. She hated wips. But so did Adam?? Didn't seem to matter though. She was just about ready to lose it at that, the feeling of losing her grip on everything she thought she had analyzed!
No. Fuck that, ignore it for now and just focus on what's happening now. Don't break the rules.
Without further warning Adam snapped his wrist and the whip hit Lyra across her collarbone, immediately drawing blood and tearing skin from the impact and the barbed wire. Blood quickly quelling out of the torn skin.
The hit tore an involuntary scream from Lyra's throat, despite her having braced for the pain. The barbed wire's impact on her skin amplified the fire to a thousand. Instinctely Lyra had ripped her arms down and now the shackles were biting into the tender skin around her wrists. "Ughfuck. Fuck you, Adam!", she bit out hatefully, voice pressed from pain. Then she got distracted by the projected life steam of herself. Oh gods. There was someone, there were people. Not many so far, but oh gods there were other people, seeing her, watching her get tortured. More danger more danger more danger.
Adam followed his plaything's horrified gaze and smiled broadly. "Welcome, welcome. Enjoy the show or influence it. Its about to become so much fun."
Lyra stretched her legs again until they supported her weight and held her chin up high.
She would not be reduced to a pathetic, sobbing mess for these people!
When Adam flicked the whip again it hit Lyra square across her thighs. Blood splattered across the floor as he hit the thighs right afterwards again. And then again.
At that point her legs were a bloody, torn mess and the chains on her arms were straining in the shackles, trying to hold her body up while her legs turned into pure pain and fire. With how much pressure she pressed her teeth together in order to keep control it was a miracle they hadn't shattered yet.
Suddenly a loud ping sound interrupted the two and both looked over to the projected livestreamed. Lyra looked away as she saw herself as if burned but then couldn't stand not knowing what was going to happen so she looked back. Someone had donated money. Adam grinned as he approached the laptop. "Thank you so much username for your donation. I will now spin this lovely wheel you see here-he pulled a previously opened tab into the screen-"And whatever we hit I'm going to do to her."
Adam clicked the wheel and it sprang to live, turning into a mix of colour before eventually settling on: Electrocution. "Ah a classic, wonderful." He minimized the tab again before spinning around on his wheel and all but skipping towards a small table and rummaging on it before turning around with a taser in hand. "Now." He approached Lyra, his entire attention noticably falling on only her. "Where to start, where to start. What should I do, hm?", he asked luringly. Without activating it yet he placed the taser against the enby's side.
Lyra who was painfully, horribly reminded of many other tortures at once tried to figure out the best strategy through the fog of pain fear. But it felt like grasping at nothing.
"Come on now, Lyra, suggest something or I'm going to make it twice as bad."
"Okay, fine. But under protest. Under the arms, the skin there is quite sensitive isn't it..." She wanted to rip her own tongue out.
"How right you are.", he exclaimed, smiling and in the next moment jabbed the taser on exactly onto that place. Stepping aside to show the camera fully just how much she convulsed and shook under the elecricity. A beautifully raw and half-repressed scream rang through the room and Adam could see tears glistering in Lyra's eyes when she opened them again. Still pressing the taser into her skin he let it travel over her stomach and ribs to the other armpit. But before he shocked he looked to the stream.
There was a comment being read out loud: "Non-con?"
"No.", Adam simply replied, before turning around again. He scooped his hand under Lyra's head and tilted it up, making her hold eye contact.
Lyra, still shaking from the aftershocks, bit back a terrified whimper at the question but relief drippled through her veins at Adam's rejection. She didn't pull away when he lifted her head, needing the gentle touch in all of this, even for just a moment.
Adam's neutral expression turned into a snarl as he released her head and jabbed the taser into her throat with force.
Lyra's entire mind exploded into pain as guttural, strained noises wound themselves out of her throat. As fast as it started as fast it was done.
Then a new donation goal was reached and Adam let off his prey to step towards his laptop. Electrocution had already been removed. After spinning for a few moments the wheel landed on "Knives"
Perfect. One last gig. He had already collected a lot of money for a an experiment.
Adam walked back to the table set the taser down only to pick up a fitted blindfold with which he walked back to Lyra.
"What's your plan?", she rapsed out as she saw her tormentor approach with the blindfold. For her taste it had been enough about thirthy minutes ago already, she thought sarcastically. Exhaustion stained her being and she wanted only to cower somewhere in a darkened corner alone. Far away from these other people, with their obscune and sadistic comments, and away from Adam. She did not want the blindfold and whatever it entailed.
"Oh you'll see. Or...well you won't. But I'm sure you'll feel it.", he grinned and pulled the blindfold over her braided hair and over her eyes. Then he walked back to the table and off camera took off his shoes before picking up a set of knives and the taser.
The comments on the screen turned even more euphoric as Adam approached Lyra again with this setup.
Lyra couldn't see any of that, didn't know what was going on. And she detested it! Anxiously she strained to try and hear Adam's foosteps, maybe he was still at the laptop or the table. But then she flinched hard and her heart seemed to jump out of her chest as electricity crackled to live right next to her left ear. A terrified whump escaped her lips. And then she heard Adam's laughter. Mocking, luring and sadistic. And way.too close. Suddenly cold metal glided across her lips, the blade of a knive!
"So, Thýma, what's it going to be...? Are you going to kneel?", Adam asked. With a quick motion of his hands he lengthened the chains so Lyra would be able to fall to her knees.
"No.", Lyra protested weakly. Nearly whispering.
Adam chuckled and continued to circled Lyra, cutting her on different patches of skin, different directions, no rhytm, catching her off guard every time and scaring her.
With one last glance to the timer on his clock he soundlessly stepped behind Lyra and swiftly cut a harsh line from the bottom of her spine upwards. Knowing damn well what it would do.
Lyra screamed, her eyes widening underneath the blindfold as her body collapsed to the floor, crashing to its knees.
Oh no. SHIT.
She wanted to stand up but her legs didn't want to comply, the open wounds on the floor felt as if her legs had been dipped into pure acid. Tears welled up in her eyes, dampening the blindfold as her whole body shook.
Suddenly a hand was placed a top her head, forcefully pressing it even lower the next second. "Told you it would always end like this.", Adam's voice sounded above her.
The pleased viewers behind the screens had watched everything and heard everything thanks to mics attatched to Adam and the pole. They surely would have had more money and motivation to continue but as the masked torturer stepped towards his laptop the livestream cut off roughly and dissapeared. Session over, thank you for watching and donating.
She'd found herself relying on him more and more, and their touches lingering longer and longer, as the danger mounted on their long journey to Bakbattahl.
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