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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 27, 2014 23:42:48 GMT
It had been 5 days. She had been mute for five, blind for five, deaf for four, and completely deprived for three. Using the money from his last job, Guillermo had gone all out; a bodybag, tailored to Marigold, covering her completely from her toes to the top of her head and form-fitting. Sensory deprivation was a very effective tool of torture, and he'd been using it to the fullest. If she'd managed to survive three days of alternating between almost complete sensory deprivation and brutal physical torture, he'd be honestly impressed. If she survived, she'd had plenty of scars to remember him by, that much was certain.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 27, 2014 23:50:11 GMT
Marigold was beyond knowing what the hell was going on. Her sense of time was completely lost. Complete sensory deprivation helped with that a lot. Scary as all shit. The only way to even guess at time was by the stabbing pains and brutal incisions. But that didn't really help. Pain had this way of making everything seem slower,longer. How much blood she'd lost she had no idea. She was sure it was impressive but the one thing she knew was that she was still alive. But at this point she wasn't even sure if that was a good thing. She was in terrible agony and if he was going to kill her she just wanted him to be done with it already. But she supposed she was sufficiently stubborn. She was past being happy about it but she'd managed not to plead for anything. She'd screamed and shrieked like there was no tomorrow but she hadn't begged.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 27, 2014 23:54:55 GMT
Guillermo stood nearby. He picked her up and seated her, and began revealing her head, pulling the bag down and taking out the gag, blindfold and earplugs. "Are you still too proud to simply give in?" He asked. He would break her. He needed to. She had to learn, had to pay.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 28, 2014 0:08:38 GMT
For the first time in days she could see, hear, and speak. At first everything was more painful than ever. Her mouth was sore. The light blinded her eyes and the world simply sounded far too loud. She couldn't make sense of anything at first. Her senses were completely overwhelmed. Eventually her eyes adjusted and she saw the familiar covered walls. He had spoken and eventually her mind managed to process the words.
What good was being proud? What good was being stubborn? If she was going to die wouldn't it be better to get it over with faster, more cleanly? Hadn't she suffered enough? Would it be such a terrible thing to plead for death, get it over with? Her little brother and sister would be sad regardless, would suffer. And no one besides the two of them would be any wiser of how it ended.
Ah. But that there was the problem. The two of them would know. Marigold was beaten and in terrible agony but she wasn't broken. She'd promised herself she wouldn't beg. If she was going to die she would die with dignity, die as her. Brutale had told her he had complete control and she hard argued. If she pleaded, she'd prove him right, show her will was his to bend and twist. It wasn't!
She wet her lips and tried to speak. It was difficult after all that time confined.
"Yes," she said simply, eyes glaring defiantly back at him.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 28, 2014 0:15:41 GMT
Guillermo stared at her intensely a moment, before a laugh escaped his lips. "Do you truly believe that?" Guillermo asked. "Is it really worth trying to live? Look at yourself." He traced the parallel scars on her cheeks, the trace of the gag. "All you have to do is ask."
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 28, 2014 0:26:10 GMT
His laughter hurt her ears. She was adjusting but slowly. Everything was still far too loud. But at least she thought she was processing what he said at normal speed now. It was just irritating how noisy his words seemed to be.
Marigold tried to pull back as he touched her cheek, loathing the notion of him touching her at all. But her body was weak and frail after everything. Movement was fairly difficult.
All she had to do was ask? Was that true? If she pleaded now would he slit her throat, end her suffering, her misery? The notion was appealing. She wanted the pain stop. She didn't want anymore! If death would grant her peace...
"No," she said stubbornly, voice sounding slightly more normal than it had before. She wasn't even entirely certain as to why she said it. She'd been through so much, more than enough. And he'd kill her anyways. There was no possible way she'd leave here alive.
But...She'd always been willful. Lizzie respected her for that. Jamie looked up to her. She never gave up and never let others control her. In this situation, her mind was her only power. No matter how much it cost her, she simply couldn't give Brutale the satisfaction of crushing her spirit, granting him complete and utter control.
"You won't break me."
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 28, 2014 0:33:03 GMT
"But I have." Guillermo said, sitting back. "I can see it in your eyes. You want to ask so badly, just to let it all end." He reached over, pulling out a scalpel and beginning to twirl it lazily in his fingers. "Like I said, you need only ask."
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 28, 2014 0:42:27 GMT
Marigold laughed at his comment but ended up choking. "Everyone has sickening, disgusting thoughts. We're humans and we aren't pure. If we were judged for every notion that flicked across our head, we'd all be dead. What matters is our choices. And I choose not to ask. I told you, you won't hear me plead. You won't break me!" Her throat hurt from using her voice so much so quickly but it was worth it.
She actually felt slightly better after his comment. Yes, she wanted death. So what? Anyone in her position would if it made the pain go away. But she hated him, and wouldn't willingly do anything he wanted. She wouldn't give him that sense of power. It hadn't started as personal but now it was. He was her enemy and she would not dance to his twisted tune.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 28, 2014 0:52:18 GMT
Guillermo's expression changed to one of anger. He stood, forcing the gag back into her mouth and the blindfold over her eyes. He plugged her ears and pulled the bag down, revealing her chest. He began cutting underneath, cutting deep and slow.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 28, 2014 0:57:29 GMT
She was blind, deaf, and mute again. The abruptness of it all was dizzying. Marigold wasn't given so much as a moment to readjust before he began slicing. As dry as her lips were she screamed easily.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Apr 29, 2014 22:51:14 GMT
It had been a day or two since the family reunion. And there were a lot of things that the masked figure wanted to put out of his mind. And would, for the foreseeable moment. It had been a passing thing. A newscast indicating that a police detective had gone missing. Her picture showed up on the screen, she didn't look particularly impressive.
Yet during 5 years on the island...Oliver Queen had learned to trust his instincts. They'd saved him from death many a time. And something told him that there was much more to this disappearance than he first believed. And though this wasn't an entry in the book, he'd act on that instinct.
A series of events later, from him lying to Moira and Walter, or half-truth, depending on the point of view, giving Diggle the slip and finally expertly maneuvering his way through an area where there were several security cameras, to him gearing up in the Quiver...he stood there. On the roof, near where some information he'd gleaned at the tip of an arrow said that the detective's last known sighting was. And that was a week ago.
There it was. The muffled scream was just that, muffled..but it was enough for him to hear, and thus garnered his attention. It seemed like a girl, but he couldn't tell at that distance. "It's worth checking out." he mutters quietly under his breath, and slings his compound bow over his back, making his way along the rooftops towards the location.
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 29, 2014 23:02:23 GMT
Guillermo sneered, pulling the back up over her head. "Defiant bitch. Thinking you can beat me." He drove a foot into Marigold's stomach and turned away, clenching his fists.
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Post by Marigold Jadis on Apr 29, 2014 23:05:46 GMT
Beat him? What in the hell was he talking about? She was the helpless one in his lair. Was it so terrible to want to die with some dignity, some sense of self? Obviously it was for her! It hurt so much! And then he drove his foot into her stomach making everything even worse. Yes...Really, really hurt.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Apr 29, 2014 23:20:02 GMT
Hearing the words as he made his way only confirmed his suspicions. Woman, probably tied up or otherwise restrained. Was it the missing detective? Who knew. But someone was going to get a beating. Quick on his feet, he quickly pads down the one side of the rooftop, and jumps across the narrow space inbetween roof-tops. The sound of him speaking was cluing the Hood in on his location, but would he keep talking?
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Post by Guillermo Barrera on Apr 29, 2014 23:27:26 GMT
Guillermo paced, trying to decide what to do next. He needed to break her. She couldn't keep resisting forever. He pulled the bag back down, cutting a nerve in her upper back.
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