Post by Ashton Wentworth on May 9, 2012 23:13:36 GMT -5
There were a lot of times in his life whenever Ashton had wished another person harm, only once before had he wished somebody dead, but this was somehow even more personal. Sure, the scar that ran across his abdomen from was faint, almost undetectable but it was there. He had inflicted his share of pain, but never for the sheer pleasure of inflicting pain. Always, it had a reason, a purpose. The git standing next to him was proof of that. While neither of them could pinpoint the exact cause of their mutual hatred, but it was there. This, thing in front of him was nothing but an animal, and he intended to treat her as such. His arm remained outstretched in front of him, holding the vial carefully, lest he drop it. That really would have been the worst case scenario. This wasn't a joke, he wasn't going to snatch the thing back, he really was offering it to Tristan and if he didn't take it in about three seconds Ashton was going to ram the needle so deep into her spine she would feel it in her throat. If it paralyzed her, well then so be it. He was looking forward to reading her the list of her crimes, each and every account of damaged property from earlier today, each and every injury that had started from the opportunity that she had taken, they were all going to be falling on her head now. He just knew that she had to of been one of the bigger players in this little fight, that somehow she was one of the higher ups. At least, she had been. He still couldn't get over the random boulders that had helped them seal the deal. Was her heart racing? She didn't seem to be showing any outward signs of panic, perhaps the full weight of her prison sentence hadn't yet sunk in with her just yet. It would, it always did. Even the hardest men and woman broke, sometimes it was the sight of the prison that did it, others waiting until the doors had been closed on their lives before allowing themselves to fall to bits. Either way, it was going to happen, and he was going to get to see it.
It shouldn't have filled his chest with as much pride as it did, the prospect of her being a broken woman. Yet, he relished in it. Excited him. “Not every…poison works boys. Unless you’re getting ready to pump…me full of what…you used earlier, I doubt…it’ll have it’s desired…effect.” The smirk that worked its way across his features felt good, it was a nice change to the somber expression that he had had most of the rest of the day. He didn't care if it worked or not, he was content to keep stabbing at her, collapsing her veins quicker than his healing would be able to fix them until they found something that would work on her. While the dementors kept pretty much everybody under control in this place, they did have a lab that kept the place with good drugs of all kinds to keep the population under control. They would find something for her eventually. Finally, Stavros lifted the syringe from his hand, looking at it curiously. Ashton could remember the first time that he had been made aware of this sort of thing, all of the injections. At first he had been repulsed, he had a lot of tattoos on his skin, but those sort of needle's only pierced the surface of his skin, never deep enough to do lasting damage, or to invade his body like that of a shot would. He didn't fancy the idea of injecting other peoples, he didn't like the fact that sliding the metal into their skin didn't have the popping sensation that he thought it would have had. It just pushed through, like cold butter. He hated it, but it was a necessary evil. This way, Tristan would give what he assumed was his first injection and Ashton got to watch as the contents of the syringe took effect, that was the best part anyway. His eyes were trained on Stavros, something that normally would have repulsed him, but he needed to make sure that the man did his job right. He was still new to all of this, he wasn't even supposed to be allowed to touch anything in this room other than the walls. Not that one would want to, Ashton doubted that this room had ever been cleaned since it had been built. “With pleasure.”
He didn't realize that he had been holding his breath until he exhaled again once the needle was buried in her back. If he broke the metal off against her bones Ashton wouldn't have cared so long as it did the job, if it was an annoyance to her until it could be removed and she could heal, all the better. Now he just had to wait, if only he had had more of that potion from earlier, even if it wouldn't get what they needed out of her, it sure had felt satisfying watching her forced back into her more female form. Of course, with her knocked out like that, she wouldn't have been able to answer any of their questions. The guards had already moved in front of her, adding weighted shackles to her hands and feet, she couldn't stay on the stretcher forever. He had almost forgotten how quickly they moved, the guards, they had managed to transfer her from the stretcher into the chair, snapping the metal clamps and locking down down over her wrists, ankles and neck almost before Tristan was able to even step backward form her. It was just as well, as the stab seemed to only irritate her more. Luckily she still seemed to be coming out of the final dregs of the tonic that he had injected her with earlier. How they got her from the chair to her cell mattered not to him, that was their problem not his. If they had a dementor kiss her right here and now that would be just fine with him as well so long as she answered his questions first. Grasping another syringe off of the table, he uncapped it and jabbed it into her neck, the opal looking potion going straight into her jugular, it was veretiserum but he didn't know if it was going to have any effect on her at all, but he could hope. Turning the chair on his side of the table around backward he straddled it, his body protesting to the movement. The healers on the boat had done a grand job, but he was still sore in spots and the quick movement wasn't going to be easy on him for at least a week. “Well then. let's get started, yeah?”
It had been at least four hours, and his mouth was starting to go dry, he had been asking her every single question that he could think of, jabbing her with more potions than he could count or even hope to name. Sometimes, the combination of various tonics and serums seemed to be helping his case with her complacency, but she had yet to give him any information that they could use. She was useless. Either she really was as stupid as she was coming off to be, or nothing that they were giving her was going to work. No matter, as frustrated as he was growing, with the heat getting to him and her endless insults, he could come back here week after week, and ask her the same questions over and over again. Best part was, he got to walk out whenever they were finished.
