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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Mar 16, 2015 16:22:29 GMT
"AUGHHHH"
Astrinal released a rage filled roar, or the equivalent of a pained yell. Astrinal's servos had gripped into fists a while ago, which now they would have been white- if she were to have been human. If she ever got out of this, she'd skin this bastard alive and make him into a trophy. The idea was both unsettling and comforting. Knowing he was dead would be great. Hell, even saying she killed him would be fantastic. With whatever strength she had that wasn't replying on staying awake, Astrinal began to tug at the binds.
"I'm going to kill you Vos." Astrinal roared in anger. She was pissed, no tell. "If you think for one second I'm going to go without a fight, you've got another thing coming! Killing my compatriots will send you straight to hell. And if I die, I I won't disappoint to shake your servo- then have all of eternity to kill and torture you forever."
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Post by Vos on Mar 17, 2015 13:51:33 GMT
((I did indeed anger her beyond measure, but really. Could you please not cuss?))
Vos laughed even more at her replies, as he forced his servo up even more, stretching her spark chamber out of her chest without killing her to it's limit.
"Look at you, such a tough little girl. I actually got a scream out of you that time." Vos said, and then deactivated his blood-churning devices with a click of his trigger, but he still forced her up, as he energon was allowed to leak free from her terrible conditioned body. Vos also went as far as to unsheathe the electrocuting knife out of her throat, before he let it deactivate, and be placed in his belt. Using another servo, he wrapped a servo around Astrinal's chin, forcing the weakened femme to face him as he let one of his sharp fingers enter her mouth.
"I don't care where my doings send me. What I do know is that even though I have given you but a morsel of what you deserve, you will be going to Unicon before anybody with all your treacherous deeds against our blessed faction. Telling me that I'm not such a 'great guy' isn't so wise though. Look at you. You've done terrible things yourself, so don't be talking back to me." Vos told her in a mocking tone, sliding his servo from her faceplate, and taking a needle out which was full of black liquid.
"The last Vos refrained from using this because he said he became tired of hearing too much music from his victims. He wouldn't have used it on such a pretty like you since he used it on people in the old senate. He is gone though now, rest his spark, and so I will give you one opportunity to give me an answer to a little question before I give you the contents of this needle. Trust me, you won't like it. Now." Vos pointed to a very nearby shelf, in which it held a small, dull grey box. Nothing was special about it, it was practically an ordinary cube with the marls etched on it 'T-19'.
"I believe that is the property of a friend of yours...now as busy as I am, the time that I manage to gather I cannot break it, or see what lies within. So you will tell me, or you won't, and you'll wish you would have."
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Mar 17, 2015 14:36:19 GMT
THERE'S THE BRAVE, THERE'S THE HEROIC THEN THERE'S HER THEN THERE'S HER Vos | 140 Words | Astrinal ((Eyaaa sorri XD))
The removal of most of the torture devices were a relief, but the leaking had intensified. Great, she knew she was going to leak out, and eventually go unconscious. And the LAST thing she wanted was to be at the mercy of Vos while her lights were out. It's like a horrible case of vengeance, only it's some sort of twisted justice. she thought.
As her helm was turned to look at Vos, Astrinal groaned just a tad bit. Being asked about a box, Astrinal looked at the box from the corner of her optic. Indeed she noticed the initials, and immediately knew it belonged to Taggon. But what that doing here? "If your asking me what's in the box, I don't know." Astrinal said. And for once, it was the truth. "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you. Peculiar of GS
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Post by Vos on Mar 18, 2015 14:14:03 GMT
((Another thing. Could you please post normally? I know that it's fun to show off a new flashy way to post....but to be honest, I find...the normal way to post better. Call me bland. Though the title is quite funny.))
Vos shook his helm as she replied to him, her voice did sound honest, and somewhat relieved. No one would have been able to shield their relief from that 'morsel' he supposed. Vos just flicked the side of the needle, a fragment of him could tell she was honest...but he didn't want her to be. "Is that so Astrinal? It is a shame that you weren't useful enough to hold such information...not that it matters. When I hold him here, I'll be sure to drill it out of him. I hear he has an artificial spark you know...rumor has it it's ten times more powerful then a normal spark. Perhaps good enough to power the Nemesis engine room for a few days before starting to crack." Vos mused, before he slipped the needle into her lower neck. The black liquid seeped into her systems, spreading quickly.
"As for never telling me in the first case, that really angered me Astrinal. Papa's spank." Vos paused as he observed Astrinal. "What I just gave you...is something that will enhance your pain receptors three fold." Vos said simply. It was true. All the by products of Astrinal;'s previous torture would come washing in, as Vos waited for her to let out more groans. Vos would just let her bleed as all her pain after the torture would triple. It was like scratching someone. It would hurt afterward for a little while, but this shot would not only enhance the pain, but enhance the time the pain lasted.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Mar 18, 2015 14:54:43 GMT
((Mkay then, no fancy templates XD))
Astrinal didn't understand Vos for a brief moment, since she was punished for telling the truth. Astrinal, by nature, would have attempted to cludge his optics out then. But two things stopped her, she was strapped down, and Vos didn't have any optics. The quality of his horrific personality annoyed her, but she guessed she'd have to deal with it.
Astrinal's body soon grew limp, her body plagued by pain so much she couldn't move. The pain was so bad that she was afraid to move. But soon, Astrinal's drifing to stasis took it's toll. Astrinal had blacked out.
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Post by Vos on Mar 19, 2015 14:25:33 GMT
((Thank you.))
Vos let the femme's optics flicker off, as he looked at her offlined Chassis. Now what could he do with it? Perhaps he could instal a chip in her brain that would make her do his every whim and will? Inject her with more needles so that she would go insane, or experiment with her spark? Maybe he could just tear out her innards slowly, one by one. before her very eyes while having her hooked up to a computer which triggered her optics to see an alternate reality where Vos was not only doing that, but letting a machine of his kill off all her loved ones one by one, until she would at last beg for him to kill her. Vos liked the thoughts of doing all of the above, but first things first. He had to make sure everything was in place. He let the box be positioned down on a shelf just across from her, and then he checked his remote, seeing if what she had been forced to donate had successfully been placed in his own machine. Yes, she had supplied exactly what he had needed.
::Kaon my liege. I have Astrinal now, and will be killing her very shortly.:: Vos com-linked Kaon, as to alert his temporary master of his situation.
((I don't expect you to post much after this..))
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Mar 20, 2015 2:12:42 GMT
((Eyaa, I've gotta' wait until she can actually wake up XD primus, I don't think I have anything to post ))
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Post by Sparkspray (Kaon) on Mar 22, 2015 20:53:59 GMT
Light pedesteps echoed throughout the hallway outside of the chambers, as the door opened, with Kaon walked in. He looked around a bit, observing Vos and Astrinal with his hands behind his back. Well done Vos. He said, his voice sounding oddly official. Now while I know you must have something planned for her, but I need you to transfer the prisoner to my chambers as soon as possible. Preferably in the next 5 minutes, and before she wakes up. And with that, Kaon turned and left the room, back to his own.
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Post by Vos on Mar 23, 2015 13:26:59 GMT
(((Sorry for not posting sooner. I was waiting for a key person to do something, and that something never occurred. And Astrinal...you still in for what we discussed, or do you believe that it may not occur?))
Vos snapped his helm to Kaon, who entered his quarters. the brief orders made Vos silently wonder what his leader had in mind. It was time to move though. Before any further notice, after he dealt with a little something. Tesarus had been very inactive, and Vos did want the mech to participate in their matters. Astral was thoroughly cuffed, so how else would she be a threat?
Vos was a calculating type, and since she had lost a servo, and would be out or should be for the next ten minutes or so, he would quickly get Tesarus. There was even a flash on his signals that the mech was somewhere nearby, so that was that. Vos arose from the room, keeping his hidden camera active as he quickly and quietly exited, to retrieve the lost mech. And, if all went well, he would get one final bat at Astrinal.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Mar 23, 2015 14:13:53 GMT
((Oh, it's gonna' still happen XD))
Moments after Vos had left, Astrinal's left optic would open, taking a look around the room to see if it was clear. Alas when she didn't see Vos, Astrinal began to budge around in the restraints, trying to break the weak point in her right cuff. Little did Vos know it, but Astrinal had merely faked herself to pass out. And she thought it was hilarious it worked. The slippery residue from her pretender shell proved effective, helping her free her good servo from the large restraint. Immediately, she carefully did the same with her damaged servo. By this time, Astrinal sat up and used her servo to free her ankles. The free femme then slipped off the berth, then making her way towards one of the table. Grabbing the nearest knife, Astrinal painfully, yet swiftly, mutilated the rest of her decimated servo. The remains would only be in the way, so it was probably best to get rid of it. With the damaged areas gone, Bleeding was bound to go down. What she had to worry about now as the get off the nemesis. Looking over at the box Vos had mentioned earlier, Astrinal used her servo to snatch it and store in a secure compartment in her forearm.
With the token of her partner taken, Astrinal swiftly took inventory of her weapons, and some other things that could prove helpful during her escape. Without turning back, Astrinal used whatever strength she had to open the entrance to Vos's chamber and stumbled into the hallway.
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Mar 24, 2015 14:09:34 GMT
((Ohhhh -_- Could I edit so She can take the hallways like we'd planned?))
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Post by Vos on Mar 24, 2015 14:20:44 GMT
((Ohhhh -_- Could I edit so She can take the hallways like we'd planned?)) ((Okay. I'll void))
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Post by CallMeAst♥ on Mar 24, 2015 14:24:49 GMT
((I'll go post in the living quarters.
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Post by Vos on May 17, 2015 7:04:31 GMT
The room's chambers opened up, unleashing the darkness within the room, and the dim and black tainted walls. The vehicons who dragged Diamond dare not enter, for they did not want to have any business with Vos's possessions, which, Daimond was. They threw the unfortunate Autobot femme inside, still cuffed, shutting the doors right behind her and scampering off. Who could blame them? When someone had energon stained heads on a doorway, which was stained blue, anyone would want to get out, and not behold what might lurk within the chamber of the aforesaid freak. The room was only dark for a minute, before it activated, Vos's A.I. awakening at his beck, since it was a part of his consciousness, or designed to act as thus. It was what the mech had invested a portion of his free hours into, since he enjoyed being several places at once.
The tentacles which hung loosely from the walls shuttered life, slowly extending from the walls, the A.I. employing it's appendages to use as it lifted the unconscious Diamond first by the arms, a thick and sharply armored wrapping around each of her arms, cutting through her arm cuffs as well as slitting a bit of her arm armor, not so that energon would drip though. She would have plenty of energon to bleed before the operation was complete. Enough lights for Diamond to dimly see her surroundings were on by this point, so that she would be experiencing something just a step up from candle light in the late evening upon awaking. The cables also circled around her legs, cocooning around her legs so even if she threw every last reserve of energon into squirming, it would be all for naught. Now that the prisoner was secure, the A.I. began to prepare the proper tools for what would be used for snapping the little femme in two before she would undergo a seizure. Since no one went into Vos's room without getting hurt in some way, she would suffer before she was twisted to the extent that she would be someone else entirely afterwards.
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Post by RedOptics on May 17, 2015 17:08:22 GMT
Diamond would remain cut off from reality a little while longer. Though she did show ever to tiny signs of waking. Her breathing and spark beat patterns were normal, but the unconscious pain that she felt from her wrists and legs made her let off a few small noises and being to tug on her restraints. It was as if her body was confused, partly in a dream and partly awake, which would cause her to force wake. Finally, after another few minutes of twitching and tugging, she slowly opened her optics, surprised at how dark it was. The pain was forgotten for the meanwhile as she looked around, getting more frantic each second. This place was some how... nostalgic.... As if she's been here before. No, that was Halberd.... wait. That was when she realized that she was in the exact same place that her sister was tortured in, and let off yowls of 'Let me go!' followed by struggling with all her strength. Diamond yelped when the tentacles cut further into her armour, but she didn't stop since her life was on the line. She didn't want to lose her voice, nor the ability to transform. And she definatly didn't want to be controlled until the point of death.
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Post by Vos on May 18, 2015 1:10:26 GMT
Diamond struggled, but the cables had layered themselves around her legs and arms thickly, many small or large tentacles holding her where she was, her struggling useless. A skeletal looking mech clanked out of the shadows, it resembled a protoform before a holo image enveloped the strange looking mech. It was the A.I., using Vos’s chassis as an appearance, since it was an extension of his consciousness, and the tentacles only tightened around Diamond as they clutched her form. Vos seemed to look as thin and calculative as ever, and he just waved his servo at Diamond as if she was something that had been picked up on the street by a little kid, and it was time for that something to be thrown away. Vos flexed his talon-like servos, which glinted in the small amount of light, as his emotionless blood red optics pierced into Diamond,
“I do not know if I should be amused that you swore to kill me, and now in that spark of yours you’re begging for mercy, or if I should just be humored that you think you can escape.” Vos said casually, before picking up the hilt of something with a long end, and dragging it towards her before he stopped, the tentacles lowering Diamond and readjusting so her form was outstretched, and she was facing Vos. Vos knew fear when he saw it. He enjoyed seeing it in the eyes of his victims, even if it was for an instant. Diamond, to him, was so far acting like the classic victim; she was worried, she struggled, she knew what was coming and she was frantic. Astrinal was entertaining in her own sense, Vos supposed, since she had the attitude of the unbreakable, and because of that he had the funnest time driving her chassis to the limits until at last, she died. It was sad, but whatever.
The A.I. Vos willed the room to wrap some small tendrils around Diamond’s neck, before she could speak, to let them squeeze as hard as one does a small rubber ball, as if hoping for her helm to pop right off…only Vos made sure that wouldn’t happen, and since Cybertronian helms didn’t swell like that, she would just have no ventilation, or means of retorting. Vos then went behind her, dragging the long tail like object behind him, though the dim light that surrounded the area would let the blue femme see what the object was; It was a long, spiky and thick whip. Anyone could guess it was a weapon made just for torture. With his amused attitude still going, Vos lifted the handle of the whip, and lashed for Diamond’s back with reasonable strength. Then he lashed again, and again, and again, and again---each lash would hit her harder around the same place, ripping her armor off thanks to the sharp pulling back and the spikes digging into her back. Vos relentlessly continued, and because she was chocked, screaming wasn’t much of an option.
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Post by RedOptics on May 18, 2015 3:30:40 GMT
Her optics would glare daggers at the Primus forsaken mech before the tendril wrapped around her neck. The hair-thin vulnerable spot that was cut by her sister long ago would be very hard to spot, though it wouldn't be of any threat to her since the tentacle was no where near it. She thrashed her helm around, knowing it was of no use to get rid of the tightness that surrounded her ventilation access way and vocalizers. And upon being whipped, she lurched forward every time the stinging pain shot through her body as she let out airless screams of agony. With every loud crack, she could hear the armor chip and shatter like glass in her helm, and with every loud crack more, came the tears of knowing that no one could hear or feel her excruciating torture.
I hate you... I hate you.... Diamond would think every time he lashed her back, feeling her spinal connector getting sore and eventually get more vulnerable as he reached the protoform. She could feel the energon begin to trickle down her back, down her legs and onto the tentacles from the large gashes that she didn't even want to picture on her back. Her HUD would bleep small errors and energon levels as she continued to bleed.
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Post by Vos on May 18, 2015 5:08:21 GMT
Energon spattered on the floor, and the whip was decorated with the blue luminescent liquid, as Vos brought his arm back, and delivered another blow, his objective just to keep hitting her until she…well…he would just have to keep shredding through her back until he saw things fit enough to move on. The smaller femme struggled, sagged, and let out breathless rasps, but Vos didn’t let the tentacle retract from her neck, and simply continued to lash her, time and time again. Basic and brut-ish, but where she was going, she wouldn’t need the spine she had. So he kept lashing, striking her all over her back, letting more energon trickle, then seep, then flow out of her back as mark after mark was made, and her armor pieces were sent flying. Her once beautiful back plating design being torn without any second of hesitation.
“You know Diamond,” The A.I. said as if she had just been talking with him about the weather between lashes, “Tarn recently arrived, and because the good mech is occupied as of now, I am quite excited about his arrival, and so I’m just going to have to put on some music. You wouldn’t mind that I suspect?” Vos said, as his whip ripped another layer free from her protoform, which was now visible. ‘Vos’ paused in his work, turning around to his computer and setting it to a particular song, adjusting the screen so that the speakers in the room were properly functioning.
“While you’re waiting…” Vos muttered, still letting her suffocate, another sharp tentacle came from the ceiling, using it’s sharp pinchers to fold together as to form a very sharp and narrow dome, which began to spin around rapidly, and then was sent digging into Diamond’s spine, blending some of her innards. She would live of course, since the drill was coming out the other end, any fluid that wasn’t supposed to be in the energon flow would be bleeding right back out. The tentacle continued with its work as Vos at last fixed his radio.
'Hush my darling, don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonight Hush my darling, don't fear my darling The lion sleeps tonight
Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh Wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh, wimoweh
Ee-e-e-oh-mum-a-weh Ee-e-e-oh-mum-a-weh.'
“There.” Vos said contently, patting his radio, as the tentacle continued to dig.
((That one's for Tarn.))
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Post by RedOptics on May 18, 2015 5:35:19 GMT
Diamond would begin to feel a substance coming from her mouth, later realizing it was a mixture of tears, saliva, and energon. She threw her helm back, trying to scream as her optics went wild with pain when the drill made contact. Since her spine was the main cord that connected her body, she began to lose feeling in her body, but not as worried for the rest of her insides since she was mostly air than mechanics. But the agonizing pain didn't stop her from struggling. Diamond blocked out hearing all that she could, but the music would be drowned out by the thoughts of hate and sorrow played in her audio receptors.
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Post by Vos on May 18, 2015 14:20:21 GMT
Diamond would begin to feel a substance coming from her mouth, later realizing it was a mixture of tears, saliva, and energon. She threw her helm back, trying to scream as her optics went wild with pain when the drill made contact. Since her spine was the main cord that connected her body, she began to lose feeling in her body, but not as worried for the rest of her insides since she was mostly air than mechanics. But the agonizing pain didn't stop her from struggling. Diamond blocked out hearing all that she could, but the music would be drowned out by the thoughts of hate and sorrow played in her audio receptors. Vos simply watched as the femme began to struggle, walking towards her wriggling back, as the tentacles held her firmly in place. Her insides were visible thanks to the layers and organs Vos had removed with his whip, now the mech peeled away some of her armor after signaling the drill to cease its work. Vos hummed with the music as he dug his sharp servo into her gears, stuffing his arm higher and higher into her, past her ventilation systems, scraping up against her rib-cage area, and-ah-he found it. Vos's servos gripped around Diamond's fuel pump, and Vos pulled out one of his barbed blades so that he could start trimming her like a hedge.
Cutting a few things here and there to make room, slicing or hacking away at her back, letting her parts fly and more energon splatter over the floor. He cut and swiped, making sure that the way he handled the torture she would still live. At last, he made enough space for him to see the fuel pump. He saw all the cords it circulated energon through. Coming to the conclusion that Diamond would no longer need circulation in her left arm, or her right, or any of her legs, Vos snipped and sliced away the pipes, so that her arms would soon lose their strength, and be of no real use. Vos even used his spare arm to squeeze her side,
"Hold still, wench." He said as he carried out his desires. Her neck was still tied, so she would still have no ventilation. Then Vos walked around to face her after carelessly leaving her back to gush and bleed. he walked to look directly at her,
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