#conditioned
Credit to co-author @whump-sprite
Caution for: death wish in the context of torture—
Connor gets easier to move every day. Riven drags him by a broken arm to the interrogation room, but is disappointed to find by the time they get there the man has passed out. He crouches down beside him to watch the distress crawl across Connor’s face as he comes round.
“You pass out easy now,” he comments conversationally. “I reckon there’s not much fun left to wring out of you, whadda you think? I’ll kill you soon, wouldn’t you like that?”
It’s hard now, to get a reaction with words, but that does it. There’s a little unwilling shade of desperate hope in those bloodshot eyes.
“I asked you a question,” Riven reminds him gently.
“…please, sir,” Connor rasps obediently in response.
“I think I’ll choke you out.” Connor flinches as Riven gestures at his bruised throat. He flinches every time Riven moves. “I’ve watched the light go out of your eyes so many times now, but it’ll hit different when it’s the last time. Would you like that?”Connor blinks slowly. The left eye sticks a little and takes longer to reopen.
“I asked you a question.” Riven prods a shattered hand and gets a moan. “Still with me, Connor? I said I’ll kill you soon, would you like that?”
“…yes, sir,” comes the delayed response, “please, sir… please…”Maybe he even understands, because he doesn’t start struggling instantly that Riven’s hand closes over his throat. Only when his air runs out and blind instinct takes over.
Half the fun is watching him convulse and jolt all of his other injuries. Once they’re this broken they practically torture themselves.
Riven could do this all day.
I love this… Their interplay is
That last line… You know he will
