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punsofiron[Keith Malloy had no real superpowers, not anymore. Not since his arrest at the hands of the former hero Dominic, they'd stripped him of everything again. Even when he stole back what he felt were rightfully his - the power dice - they were lifeless paperweights in his hands. But when he found an unbeatable opportunity to cross paths again with his old 'friend' Saving Throw, he did have but one true power nobody could take away.
The power to torment the human mind.
Her screams were music to his ears, and the fear in her eyes when she realized he knew all the ways he could truly, unimaginably hurt her made him all too eager to give it his all. And with every bruise, every burn, every hour she was robbed of sleep, he could watch her resolve cracking, and soon her sanity seeped away with it. It must have been weeks, even a month before she was ready.
He descended the stairs to her cell and regarded her coolly. She was still drenched in sweat and the blood from her nose was only just starting to dry, but her breath, once ragged and rapid, was even as if she felt none of the pain he'd inflicted. She lifted her head at the sound of his footsteps, eyes vacant and looking through him. She didn't even flinch as he raised a hand and ripped the duct tape from her lips.
"Well this is quite a difference, isn't it, my dear." he crooned approvingly, cupping her chin in his hand to look her over, "You're completely numb to me, aren't you Liz. You will do anything I ask, won't you?"
"...Yes." she answered faintly, her voice hollow and monotone.
"Excellent. Let's get you cleaned up," he said, reaching up to untie her from the ceiling, "An old friend has been looking for you."
Liz didn't make eye contact with anyone as she moved through the almost empty college campus. She knew Arthur was working late in the library, and in the dark it would be the best time to strike. She kept a firm grip on the knife in the pocket of her hoodie, finding the library doors and standing to the side, waiting.]
The power to torment the human mind.
Her screams were music to his ears, and the fear in her eyes when she realized he knew all the ways he could truly, unimaginably hurt her made him all too eager to give it his all. And with every bruise, every burn, every hour she was robbed of sleep, he could watch her resolve cracking, and soon her sanity seeped away with it. It must have been weeks, even a month before she was ready.
He descended the stairs to her cell and regarded her coolly. She was still drenched in sweat and the blood from her nose was only just starting to dry, but her breath, once ragged and rapid, was even as if she felt none of the pain he'd inflicted. She lifted her head at the sound of his footsteps, eyes vacant and looking through him. She didn't even flinch as he raised a hand and ripped the duct tape from her lips.
"Well this is quite a difference, isn't it, my dear." he crooned approvingly, cupping her chin in his hand to look her over, "You're completely numb to me, aren't you Liz. You will do anything I ask, won't you?"
"...Yes." she answered faintly, her voice hollow and monotone.
"Excellent. Let's get you cleaned up," he said, reaching up to untie her from the ceiling, "An old friend has been looking for you."
Liz didn't make eye contact with anyone as she moved through the almost empty college campus. She knew Arthur was working late in the library, and in the dark it would be the best time to strike. She kept a firm grip on the knife in the pocket of her hoodie, finding the library doors and standing to the side, waiting.]
