“God, the pain is so wonderful!”
The sounds of electricity arcing through wires filled the air as we are welcomed to the rather bizarre scene of Blacktooth in his compound standing in front of a nude man. He has the live wires from a battery strapped to his chest, man looking pleased as the pain jolts through his body.
“You like the pain, huh?” Blacktooth’s words spill out of his mouth like poison, the Devil turning off the battery and watching his ‘captive’ stop convulsing, nearly collapsing into the ground.
“I don’t just like the pain, I love the pain. No one who’s hired me goes quite… Far enough with it.” The man chuckles, licking his lips as Blacktooth’s hand rests on the switch.
“That so? You just crave it, do ya? Don’t you worry, I’m a bit of an expert…” He trails off, pulling a sharp knife from his belt, the whore’s eyes practically glowing as they catch a glimpse of it as Blacktooth drags it along his body.
“Thing about pain, though? Some people love it, some hate it, but at the end of the day there’s always a limit to what your body can take. Don’t matter who you are, there’s gonna be a point where you just can’t take what’s bein’ dished out.”
“I’ve never met a man who could- AH!” The man’s words are cut quite literally short as Blacktooth slices down his arm! Blood splatters onto the ground, the Blood Runner licking up the ichor from his blade and digging it further into his captive’s wound.
“Oh, too much?” He digs the blade in further, eliciting another pained yell from his newfound captive, one that is soon put to an end by Blacktooth’s hand clamping over his mouth.
“Every good pain slut thinks that there’s no limit to the punishment their body can take, you know. They walk around beggin’ to be shocked, punched, stabbed, sliced. Hell, some of them think they even think they deserve it. Shit, some of them do.”
As Blacktooth rips the knife out of the prostitute’s arm he can’t help but chuckle, seeing the look of fear fill the man’s eyes.
“You remind me a lot of a guy named Grimskull, ya know. He likes to prance around taking pain left and right just like you. Only thing is I bet he wouldn’t scream like you do. As far as pain sluts go, he’s the top of the list.”
Blacktooth lets go of the man, letting him drop to his knees, panting as he tries to stand.
“But everyone has their limit, even him. For some, the limit is a stab to the arm, but to others? Only death is too far.” The Devil’s hand rests on the switch to the battery, eyeing it with glee.
“So I’ll do to him what I’ve done to you. Stick him, kick him, fry him. I’ll find his limit, I’ll break him.”
He chuckles.
“But until then? It’s dinner time!”
Click.
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