For @indomitablefacade from here.
“There are things more important in this world than the life of a single girl, or how much pain she is put through,” Caren replied simply and without any show of doubt or even fear. “If my Servant needs to take on another Master, or even to use innocent lives as a mana source… Well, he is as prepared for that as I am for your unsightly hobby.”
No, maybe it wasn’t a hobby per say, as there was no trace of any previous victim in the room… But it definitely did not seem to be his first time torturing someone like this.
Still…
“If you’re going to threaten me like that, you should at least mean it. Your bloodlust is far too minute for what you seem to plan to do - am I even supposed to be afraid here? You’d obviously rather have me call my Servant here right now than to make me do it.”
"If I gave a damn about scaring you I would've approached you much differently. Besides, I doubt you even know what it means to be afraid of something. But if that's how you see it then there's nothing more to do, anything of your person you want preserved? I'm a gentleman so I'll leave your crotch alone, your legs won't be so lucky though."
First thing he did was put on gloves, he may be a monster to some but he wasn't too eager to dirty his hands so severely. He had plans after this. The weapon of choice to start things off? A couple of nails and a hammer. He may seem used to this, but his methods were barbaric and ugly in every way. Even if she was chained to the wall her hands could try something, so first he'd make sure there was no chance of her moving them. Of course to do so he'd kneel down to get closer, pressing a nail against one of her palms and slamming into it with the hammer. He didn't pierce completely through on the first swing, twisting and jerking the metal rod in her hand as if trying to crack and force through any bones stopping him. Only after a few moments of that did he continue hammering it in.
Clank. Crunch. Scrape.
The noises were rhythmic, symphony of her assault ringing through the room like there was an audience to impress. It wasn't easy smashing the nail through her hand into the wall, but he managed it after enough swings, although the hammer itself was already rather bloodied because of every splatter a swing caused. "This shit better not stain my wall, I'm tired of painting." Its all he bothered saying after the violent attack, moving from one side of her to the other and continuing the process of pinning her hands.
This one... Didn't go as smoothly as the first, whether that was on purpose or accident was a question no one could answer. One wrong swing of the hammer and then nail jerked to one side and ripped through the skin of her hand, a large gash now going from the center of her palm to the gap between pointer finger and thumb. He cursed, but that was because blood got on his watch, his priorities were something.
Smash. Smash. Grind. Smash. Break.
After that his swings were much more forceful, her hand being ground up as he hammered the nail in. Once it was deep enough he dropped the hammer, taking a breath and caressing the bloodied hand. It wasn't affectionate, more so an artist admiring his handiwork upon finish. Pulling his bloodied fingers back he flashed a grin, not a psychotic one, just a simple smile to show his contentment with the outcome. Okay, admittedly the blood on his cheek made it seem psychotic, but aside from that.
