Log:The Torture Suite Life of Velv and Widget

The Torture Suite Life of Velv and Widget
Did good?
Participants Widget, Velvet	27 June, 2018 Velvet and Widget question Vanessa. A lot of blood is spilled and a lot of pain is suffered. (Please do not read if extreme torture is a nono for you). Part of Olivia's Crucible
Location Lakeside Lodge
After a dip in the river and yet another murder, Velvet has arrived home with a body in the trunk. It's dragged out and left for the Hedgebeasts while Velvet gets the phone into some rice to hopefully see if it's salvagable. "Widget, it's time," she said, when she managed to get ahold of the other woman. She changes, and waits. Once the woman has arrived, they're heading out to the shed where Vanessa has been kept for a little while. She's been brought just enough food and water to keep her from starving to death, and there hasn't been a hint of light in that tight hole for days. The woman is dragged out of the shed and into the basement where a little makeshift torture suite has been set up. She's chained and bolted to the wall, under Velvet's constant watch. "So. Here we are." Widget follows, watching the proceedings with a casual expression. She just stares at Vanessa, munching on some stolen chips and sitting on an old suitcase. The gremlin brought it with her, for whatever reason. And snacks. Lots of snacks. That smell very good, and she's eating them pretty loudly. Narmf. None for the cat-nurse, though. She was mean! Mean enough that Widget wa skeeping quiet, letting Velvet do the talking for now. The woman is bound and chain, still wearing the dress from the night she was captured. Velvet's statement is met with a spit on the ground. "Fuck you, and fuck your shitty ass house. I hope it burns to the ground with you asshole still in it." Then there's a long, hard stare for Widget. Mostly to get a hold of who the woman is in the captive's mind. "You!" Vanessa hisses at Widget. "Look, you don't have anything to do with these people. You can just help me outta here. We can take her on, and then I my boss can pay you very handsomely." "Nobody is going to help you now. Not after what you did," Velvet purrs out towards the woman as she starts to stalk around the chains and binding. It wouldn't hold Velvet, so she's careful to look for any of the sighns that it might not hold Vanessa either. "You couldn't take me on with you, a fetch, two bodyguards, and two levinquicks. All of which are dead now." She leans up behind Vanessa, whispering right into her ear. "You think you could take me now?" The mention of her boss has Velvet's glowing eyes narrowing. "The Iron Dragon?" Widget just laughs when Vanessa offers her rewards for betraying her friends. More of a giggle, really, one wholly unsuited for the situation. "Funny! No." She meant that, like she was congratulating a friend on a nice joke. The gremlin ate the last of her chips, hopping off the suitcase and turning it on it's back. Zipping it open reveals....stuff. Hammers, nails, screws, drills, saws, blades, graters, batteries, bleach, lighters, matches, wire, and all manner of tools. She hums quietly, eyes flicking over to Velvet before she does /something/ with them. Prep work, it seems. "What bits stay?" She points a rusty corkscrew at Vanessa. "Two levinquicks?" Vanessa asks with a cant of her head. "What the fuck are you even on about?" Then her confusion is washed away with a happy, growing smirk. "Oh I didn't have the Fetch on my side. He knew not to trust you people, and all he needed was the right little push. See, people like you kill fetches. All the time. His time was just a matter of if, not when. All it took was digging through the head of that idiot dragon, and showing him that little talk of yours." She then mocking takes on a timber similar to Weaver's. "We'll wait and see." She cackles; a high, heartless laugh. "I know I could take you on. That angry midget got me by surprise, and you got lucky." Her gaze drops down to the corkscrew that's pointed at her. "Um, lucky..." "Hm. Maybe they were working separately from you. Maybe your boss just didn't want you to know all the pieces of the puzzle." Velvet meander around towards the front again. "I see," she murmurs at what it took to get the boy to turn. Not very much then. She's not sure if that's a relief or if it makes her more sad. But she'll figure that out later. Her eyes shift to the corkscrew and then to Widget. "She's not going to need her legs, so you can start there if you'd like." A look back towards Vanessa. "Have you ever seen this woman before?" she wonders, moving towards a part of the basement to grab something and then heading back, lifting up the severed head of the woman she killed earlier. She thrusts the head in her face. Widget finished whatever it is she's working on, finally going over to Vanessa. "Okay! Right or left?" She's going to make the cat-nurse say one or other. If not, she chooses both. Using some type of...grater-drill...thing, she places the bit on the end of the smallest toe and slowly grinds it down to the foot. Then she works up, removing another toe whenever a question isn't answered. It's messy and loud, and soon the gremlin is spattered with blood, as are Vanessa's legs and whatever remains of the chosen foot. Vanessa hisses, "Fuck you." She wasn't going to answer. Not the slightest intention. Then Widget's coming up asking a question she wasn't quite ready for. She isn't impressed at first. "The fuck is that supposed to do? Scare me!" She was laughing with her eyes closed. WHich is a shame because she doesn't see it coming. She sure does when that searing pain starts running through her foot. She screams bloody murder, but refuses to answer. This leaves the gremlin to go to the next foot, and just as she clips another toe the now crying Vanessa relents. "Alright! Alright! What do you wanna know!? Please! Please stop!" The brutality that Widget displays shocks the hell out of Velvet, but she is very good at not showing that sort of thing. Still, she'll remember this for later. The head is set aside for the moment, Velvet gesturing for the Gremlin to stop with the feet for a moment when Vanessa relents. "Understand that if you lie to me, she keeps going. If you refuse to answer a question, she keeps going. This doesn't get better for you until you have answered all of our questions truthfully and to our satisfaction." Once that's been made clear, her arms fold over her chest. "Who is your boss and why does he want Weaver dead?" Widget relents, quietly setting the drill aside and going to munch on a candybar like someone eating popcorn at a theatre. Like, y'know, she /hadn't/ just ground a pair of pinky toes into mulch. Vanessa is weeping and trying to catch her breath. It takes a few minutes for her to collect her thoughts. Her eyes are shut, and don't open. Likely so she doesn't have to look at the massacre that is her feet. "Dietrich. Dietrich von Pieterzoon. He says Weaver's done a lot of fucked up shit to him. Like a whole hell of a lot. I've known Weaver for a year and a half, and I can believe it. You don't know what you're getting yourselves involved in. That idiot's dug himself in so deep, and there isn't a thing to save him. I don't know all of the specifics." A lie, if a partial one. "He wants Weaver to suffer for the rest of his life. That's all! Honest!" "Of course there's something to save him," Velvet scoffs. "There's me." That long white hair tosses over her shoulder as she movs around the woman again, considering her. "Is Dietrich von Pietrerzoon also known as the Iron Dragon?" she inquires. "What sort of things does he have planned? If he meant for Weaver to suffer for the rest of his life, why is he trying to kill him, rather than just torturing him?" She casts a glance towards Widget, just checking in on the woman. Widget waves happily at Velvet, eating snacks and looking for all the world like a kid waiting for the bus. If her backback was a sauitcase full of torture implements. And the lessons were pain. Mostly she just looks happy to have those snacks, really. They were excellent. Vanessa laughs, as best she can anyway. "Oh he is gonna kill that idiot. He'll get just what he deserves. He'll get what he's due to." She's ducking the question of the dragon. "He already knows about you." A raspy cough and a laugh follows. "The midget, too. He knows his cousins, his sisters, aunts, uncles, friends, and oh- Did I forget to mention he knows Weaver's parents? Last I heard they were some sweet couple of assholes that dropped that piece of shit onto the rest of us. They'll get theirs too." "That isn't actually what I asked," Velvet says, not going into the rest of that for the moment. She just makes another gestures towards Widget, giving her the go ahead to start doing her thing. "Here I thought you were smart enough to understand the rules of how this goes." Widget nods, stuffing the wrapper of her candy bar into her jumpsuit as she hops off the case to get back to work. She moves on to her hands. The thumbs go first, the gremlin sticking her tongue out to focus even as her face is misted with blood. "No more sword," she mumbles casually, searing the wounds shut with a rigged car-lighter. "No sleep! Not yet!" Yanking out the whiskers on one side of Vanessa's face to keep her alert, she /keeps going/, evidently in that work-fugue she gets in. Only what she's making is /horrible/. Vanessa doesn't see Widget coming. "YOu asked me what he plans on doing. That's all I know!" A lie. "HONEST!" More lies. It all falls flat and comes to an abrupt end when the gremlin takes hold of her hands. "Wait! What're you doing! No! Nononononononono." That cascade of denial ends in screaming and wailing as her thumbs get ground off next. She can only try to mix in another round of Nos when Widget goes for the other thumb. Next are the whiskers. Widget gets most of them until instinct kicks in, and the Vanessa sinks those many canines into Widget's hand. "I can tell when you're lying. I told you not to lie to me." Velvet is clearly happy to let Widget do her thing. That is until the biting. Velvet peels a knife out and presses it to the side of the woman's throat. "Try is against and I'll find someone else to get my my answers," she growls. Widget yelps when she feels the teeth, pulling her hand back and huffing. "That /hurt/!" She shuffled back to the case, coming back with...pliers? Ah. It seems the those many canines are coming out until the biting is no longer an issue. One by one, and slowly and messily. She can't really use that one hand anymore, after all. Even with teeth clattering to the floor, rusty skin drenched with blood, she hugs Velvet and sniffles when it's done, like someone who fell of their bike. "That /hurt/...." There already wasn't much room for Vanessa to move. When Widget finagles around her in mouth she tries to bite down again, but doesn't get a chance to. There's already metal in her mouth. She's trying to speak around it. Perhaps even plead for mercy that's already run out. Then that first canine comes out and she's yowling in pain. It takes a bit of doing to get out all those in the front of her mouth, and by the time Widget is done the woman passes out from all the pain. Velvet wraps an arm around Widget and squeezes her shoulders. "I know it hurt," she murmurs. "I'm sorry the mean lady bit you." While you were torturing her. Velvet slips away for a moment to grab some of the fruit she had ready to go. Can't let the bitch go dying on them after all. She still has questions to ask! "Here, you eat this one," she says, giving her a Dream a Drupe while she shoves the otherwise into Vanessa's mouth. "Wakey wakey." Widget chews the fruit, sitting on her suitcase and occasionally whimpering. Why did animal bites always hurt so bad? She didn't get it. It wasn't the first time she'd been bitten by a cat, but not one with human-sized teeth. At least she was pretty sure she tasted bad, being all rusty. The fruit has be torn up and shoved into the woman's mouth for any kind of effect. Hard to force her to mash it down with her teeth missing. Vanessa eventually flutters back into the waking. She's not completely all there as she stirs. Then it all sinks in. The pain from all over her body that just won't stop. She screams, spitting up bits of the hedge fruit that she didn't swallow. Velvet reaches out to slap a hand over the woman's mouth, working to make sure that the bits get swollowed so the healing takes full effect. She leans down close, her eyes shifting to a deep red. Their natural color, the one few ever see. "Here's the thing, Kitten. I'm still waiting for the answers to my questions. "I can make all of this stop, including the pain, if you just answer my questions. Are you ready to do that?" Vanessa doesn't have much fight left in her. It takes almost a minute for the screaming to die down. Her head hangs low, tears streaming down her face anew. "I will," she whispers. Her voice is raspy, hoarse. "Whatever you want. Just please stop." "Good." Velvet's hand drops as she steps back and repeats, "Is Dietrich von Pietrerzoon also known as the Iron Dragon?" she inquires. "What sort of things does he have planned? If he meant for Weaver to suffer for the rest of his life, why is he trying to kill him, rather than just torturing him?" "He is the Iron Dragon. He lives in Tammerack, but that was only temporary. He knew Weaver would find him, and hoped he would." Just after that bit takes Vanessa good moment to recover her thoughts as best she can with all of the pain. "Weaver has done a lot of things to him. Cost him his livelihood. His marriage. His family. He wants Weaver to suffer without knowing how or why. The opposite of the Moon and his vanity." She has to take another moment to continue on. "He wants to kill his friends. His family. Take away everything he has. Then he wants to kill him without Weaver ever knowing." Velvet moves to get a bottle of water, uncapping it and offering it to Vanessa as she speaks. She's careful and slow, letting the woman drink or not. "He wants revenge. I can understand that. "Do you know who else is on his payroll at the moment? Or any of his future plans?" Vanessa takes slow, steady sips of the offered water. An oasis in a desert of pain and sorry that is tonight. "He has a lot of people on payroll. More than I know, and more than he ever told me. I was just another payment that was more than happy to get back at that scaly shit. The only thing I know about is some shooter sent after some chick in the woods." Some shooter after some chick in the woods? Velvet's brows knit a little at that. She'll have to keep that in mind. "Alright. You've done good. Thank you for answering my questions. Like I promised, all the pain will stop now." She takes a step back, and it almost looks like she's moving towards the healing fruit. But it's a gun that's pulled instead. "This is for our son," she tells Vanessa before putting one right between her eyes. Look at that. No more pain. Widget watches, waiting until it's all said and done before she goes to gather all of her things back into the tattered suitcase. She looks up at Velvet, zipping up the case. "Did good?" She was just kinda coming up with stuff on the fly, really. "...Have her stuff?" "You did very good. And you are more than welcome to her sword if you want," she tells Widget. Velvet moves to the door an lets out a whistle to call the hedgebeasts to her location. "Dinner!" she tells them both before she suddenly goes very still. "Brownyn," she hisses, eyes burning red as she turns to Widgent. "The gunman going after the woman in the woods. There's something sent to kill Bron. We need to go, now!" She turns and starts running, expecting Widget to follow. Widget smiles, then stops. "Bronwyn!" Padding urgently after the woman, the gremlin nabs the sword on her way out. And the teeth. She had plans for both.