Faith and Angel
Faith opened her eyes weakly. It was still dark, wherever she was. All she could remember was patrolling and being knocked out again. From behind. Her first thought had been of Angelus. He'd found her again. And judging by the fact she felt like she was tied up, she'd say her assumption was right. He'd gotten her again, and she was in for more torture.
"Morning sleepyhead!" Angelus chirped. He knelt down in front of her, into her line of vision, and slapped her cheeks gently. "Wake up! Come on, it's a glorious day for some torture."
"What do you want?" Faith asked quietly.
"To kill you. But since I'm in no hurry for another Slayer to be called, then I guess I'll have to make this as long and painful as I can."
"Why bother? I can just call Paige."
"I think you'll find if you'd done the homework, you'd realise she's unable to come to the phone right now. A little poison... a little... taking of the powers." Angelus pointed to the jar that sat on the other side of the room, faintly glowing with the orbing powers trapped within it.
"You son of a - "
"Language! Faithy!" Angelus backhanded her and grabbed her hair and pulled her head back roughly. "And no one can orb into this place. I'm undetected. So we can have some private time, can't we?" He pulled a long strip of material from his pocket and gagged Faith's mouth. She struggled against him, but the chains were too tight, and she was still light headed.
"Now... since your little friend healed everything, we're just going to have to start again, aren't we?"
Faith struggled against her restraints to no avail.
An evil glint shimmered in Angelus's eyes as he lit a few candles, giving the place some light. He caressed her foot before pulling a knife out and cutting into the sole. She screamed against her gag as Angelus dipped his finger through the blood and brought it up to his mouth, letting her blood linger on his tongue, relishing the taste.
He took hold of her toes and broke them one by one, grinning evilly and reciting a poem as he did so. "This little piggy went to the market." SNAP! "This little piggy stayed home." SNAP! "This little piggy had roast beef." SNAP! "This little piggy had none." SNAP! "And this little piggy went wee, wee, wee, all the way home!" SNAP!
Faith's eyes rolled back in her head as he started the same process on her other foot. He cut it, more savagely than he had the last one, and using his hand, he cupped her toes and scrunched his hand up, breaking all of her toes at once.
"Mmm, I love that sound, don't you?"
Angelus chuckled as he stepped around Faith, one hand on his hip, one at his mouth, as he pondered what to do. He knelt down near her hands and stroked them. "Hands... hands can say a lot about a person. You've got lovely hands, Faithy." He lifted one of them and rotated her wrist, finally bending it back, relishing the loud crack that sounded. He lifted her other hand and bent her hand back and listened for the crack. He then lifted his knife, stuck it through the fire until the blade was burning hot, and then brought it down and half burnt, half cut patterns into the palm of her hand. The skin sizzled as it split apart. Angelus took in the smell of bruning flesh mixed with blood. His tongue darted out as he tasted the blood.
"Mmm, cooked meat."
Faith's head turned weakly to the side, her eyes rolling around in herhead, unable to focus. "Mmmmph mmmph hmmph!"
"Don't talk when you have something in your mouth. Didn't you mother teach you manners?" Angelus mocked.
He lifted the knife and cut similar patterns into her other hand. "I like things to be symmetrical," he commented. Angelus took her fingers into his hand and bent them back, one by one, slowly breaking each one.
He stepped back and admired his handy work. "Hmm, what next? Oh, I know." Angelus untied Faith from the chair and dragged her over to the wall, where he chained her to the ceiling by her hands, her arms above her head, and then clamped her feet down onto the ground, so she was standing on her cut feet. She let out muffled screams.
Angelus indicated over to the fireplace in the corner of the room. He walked over and pulled a poker from the fire, then slowly walked back over to her. He twirled it in his hands then opened Faith's shirt and stabbed through her thigh.
"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPHGH!" Faith's muffled scream sounded.
Angelus pulled the gag roughly from her mouth and she spat in his eyes. He slapped her, hard across her cheeks, then brought the knife up and cut gashes in each cheek.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Faith screamed. Her head hung limply once Angelus had let go of it. Angelus tsked and lifted his knife, cutting little lines where her lips ended.
"Now, now, Faithy... that's not very nice. Now, we're going to play a little game. Any ideas on what it can be?"
"We switch places and I kick your ass?" Faith asked, wincing in pain with each word she spoke.
"Not quite. We're going to see how far I can take you to the brink of death. Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
"No," Faith said through clenched teeth, closing her eyes in pain as Angelus took hold of the poker through her thigh and twisted it around slightly.
"Well then what do you want?" Angelus cocked his head, backing over to the fire and retrieving another poker.
"A house in the country... a pair of good running shoes that you can also wear out to dinner." Faith spat the blood out of her mouth onto the ground.
Angelus shook his head and shoved the second poker through her other thigh.
"OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUUUUU-"
Angelus roughly put the gag back into her mouth. "LANGUAGE FAITHY! I can't stress the importance of polite language! And for that, you'll have to be punished, I think."
He looked around and spotted the lemon juice he'd brought in. He stuck his finger in the cup, and put it into his mouth, wincing slightly. "Ooh, sour."
He dipped his finger in again and flciked the lemon juice onto Faith's cuts. She let out a loud groan of pain. He grinned evilly, and set the cup down again.
He smiled as her snapped her arms back and broke them, then casually roundhouse kicked at her elbows, dislodging them from their place. Her arms begged to be released, as they struggled to fall limply to her sides, but couldn't.
"Right... now what?"
Angelus feigned disinterest as he picked up his mallet and casually sauntered over to her. He raised the mallet over his head and brought it down onto her left knee with a sickening thud, as her kneecap was dislodged. He chuckled evilly, and lifted the mallet up again, and broke her other knee. Her legs tried to collapse, without her knees, she wasn't able to stand up properly. But the restraints holding her wrists up, kept her in an upright position.
Faith's eyes weakly focused on Angelus as he pondered what to do next. Ooh, ankles. Angelus knelt down and smashed the side of her ankles breaking them both, one at a time. Faith was now unable to stand, but she was unable to fall down, because she was held up by her wrists. She was covered in sweat and blood.
Angelus frowned and pulled the two pokers from her thighs and tossed them back into the fire. He lifted his knife and cut his name into her stomach.
"It's like your mine... I have a little pet."
"Mmmphhh..." Faith moaned weakly.
Angelus unfastened her from the roof and the ground and carried her to the bath of ice. He dumped her in roughly, and tied her down with more chains. She started to shiver violently. He left her in there for a few mintues, then pulled her out and chained her to a metal cot, with one hard, broken mattress to lie on. He chained her torso with a long chain around the cot, and chained her wrists to the head of the cot and her feet to the end. Then, he put a large, woollen, itchy blanket over her, tucking it in roughly and tightly.
"Sleep tight, Faithy." Angelus grinned down at her, before bending down and kissing her head softly, pulling out her gag, and pausing to lick at her tears and her blood. He got up then, and left, blowing out the candles, leaving Faith alone in the dimly lit room.
"Oh... my... God..." Faith moaned painfully. Even if she wasn't tied to the bed, she couldn't move. Not in this condition. He had her right where he wanted her.
The brink of death.