Nature vs Nurture master list
Tws: burns, removal of skin, future teeth removal, stress positions, gagging, cuffs, non-con drugging. If I’m missing any, let me know
Nyx hissed at the approaching hunter through the silver muzzle constantly searing their face. They weren’t sure what he wanted and had no plan to find out.
Kicking themself backwards; away from Viktor, until the chain links shackled to the collar were pushed to the limits.
“Stop trying to escape, disgusting leach.”
He growled, grabbing the leash, yanking hard enough to pull the skeletal figure close, raising a sharpened needle.
Nyx hated drugs, more than any torture. Not knowing what it was, what it would do- how they would act. What was real, what was fake? Pain was predictable! Drugs were not.
Heavy anesthesia is recommended, vampires aren’t as receptive to drugging as humans. While a large dosage can certainly have negative side effects, only specified drugs containing liquid-silver will be successful in permanent damage or even death.
They shook their head aggressively, only managing an animalistic snarl in response.
“Gghr- it’s anesthesia! Unless you want to be aware of all of this, fuckin’ freak.”
They froze- they didn’t trust him but… well, struggling always made things worse, and if it really was- they didn’t want to risk not having it for whatever was coming. If it was bad enough to warrant him actually giving them a way out- it was bad.
They stopped struggling, beyond a flinch when he stabbed them with the needle, injecting the liquid, next thing they knew he was dragging them out of the comfort of their cell, into the main chamber of the cellar.
He maneuvered around a metal table, once a clean polished silver- now splattered in muddied red.
The subject should be placed on a flat, raised surface, with chains around the throat and limbs. A mouth gag should be used to keep the subject’s mouth open. If the subject has a muzzle on, remove it and do this step once the drugs have set in to avoid injury.
He gripped the leash in his right hand, wrenching it backwards in a single, swift movement. The smaller vampire’s body slammed into the hard surface. They didn’t have time to gasp for air before he was fisting their hair in his left, slamming their neck down hard against the table; forcing a keen out of their chapped lips. Their chin was over the edge. His brow furrowed as he wrapped the chain around the table leg, each coil pulling their head down further until they couldn’t move any more.
They could feel their brain fogging, a pleasant, terrifying numbness seeping into their mind. A fluffy cloud of cotton, endless and suffocating.
They tried reaching for their neck- to pry off the collar- but their hands were swiftly grabbed and wrenched backwards; cuffed behind their back and linked to a chain attached to the opposite table leg.
They felt like their shoulder was going to be pulled out it’s socket… that wouldn’t be a first. It was faintly numbed by the sedatives, but their damned vampire immune system was fighting it off too well. If they were a normal human they’d be out by now. Lucky me.
They glared at him, though unable to stop the glistening in their eyes.
“Oh, relax. I’m not dislocating anything, not today. No stress positions either, you’ll be out once the procedure is over.”
They wished they could relax, but simply being around this monster had them a trembling mess, no matter how strong they tried to be.
Their eyelids were beginning to droop slightly, not unconscious, though the sedatives were certainly teasing their sleep exhausted mind. How wonderful drifting off would be right about now…
They were brought back into reality by a sudden, acute pain. Pulling a broken gasp out of their lips. Their head slamming back down against the table.
They could taste a viscous metallic liquid, could feel it dripping down their face, slipping into their lips. Blood, though it tasted putrid. Of rot and death, vampire blood. It finally dawned on them that it was their own. The ring of agony going from their chin, up to the bridge of their nose. Not the constant burning of silver against pulling seared off nerves.
They took in a shuddering breath, sputtering out inhaled blood.
“Damn, didn’t realize there would be this much of a mess already.”
They blinked up at him, gaze slowly moving to what he was holding- their muzzle. A horrible, charred substance cling to the edges, blooded and oozing. Their own skin, clinging to the silver.
They could barely process it. Their mind too foggy from the sedatives.
They didn’t register their mouth being forced open until they heard a metallic click, realizing they couldn’t close their jaws.
Vampire biology is strange, shape shifters often moving between bat-like forms, a humanoid disguise, and their basic form- a mixture of the two. While their preferred forms may differ, one thing is consistent- their fangs. They are hidden behind their main set of teeth, and can be retracted at will. Usually, they will keep their teeth sheathed until time to strike.
A sudden, overpowering scent hit their nostrils. Flaring and snarling. The barely conscious vampire suddenly full of life, writhing against the chains. Desperate for anything to fill it’s aching stomach. Two white needles elongating. Saliva dribbling out of their gagged mouth.
But one thing will always tempt them out.
“Blood, ‘course you get all excited by it. Knew this would work.”
He couldn’t help a cackle, pleased with himself.
“Now, then. Let’s get to work, shall we?”
Thanks for reading! This got longer than I planned, so I’ll be working on a part two soon <3
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