Post by King of All on Apr 6, 2016 0:36:22 GMT -5
The unconscious Komatsu was placed in heavy chains, one clamped sturdily around his neck, while each of his limbs were also weighed down by the heavy metal. Toru on the other hand, had his arms tied behind him, locking him against a metal chair. His legs were also bound in chains, bolting him to the ground, and his eyes were covered by a metal visor.
When Komatsu came too, he looked about himself weakly. Where was he? The memories of him getting captured again came flooding back to his memory and the young saiyan quickly grew depressed at the thought of where he was. He slowly started to take everything in, and his depressed look turned to one of fear once more. This wasn’t an ordinary cell… the walls were lined with chains and stains of blood, there were all sorts of tools laid out on a table nearby him, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going to happen.
Komatsu would begin to struggle against the chains, though it didn’t do much good, they were so damned heavy he might as well be bolted to the ground! He couldn’t even use any of his ki to try and get himself out!
“Nononononononono”
Komatsu would groan in a panic as his eyes grew wide and his heart began to race furiously! He would struggle and struggle, and yet he could barely move at all! Sure, over time he found he could move more and more, but by the time he managed to draw his arms closer to himself, a thin, saiyan female walked into the room. At first, she didn’t look scarry at all, until she knelt down in front of him and Komatsu could get a good look at her face.
She had an absolutely blood thirsty look in her eyes, a crooked smile and narrow eyes that felt like they could pierce your very soul
“Ohhh~ They send me a baby saiyan? Oh it won’t be hard to make you scream, not at all~”
She would whisper, fangs visible in her mouth as she spoke… Fangs? Was this woman actually a saiyan? The woman would lean in closely and bite down hard on the side of Komatsu’s neck, just above the heavy chains set there. She would laugh against his neck as she heard the boy hiss. She could almost taste the fear coming off of him, and yet he was trying to be so brave by keeping his mouth shut.
“Oh no no no, my little pet~ We are going to make much more noise then that… ah! Maybe if we had an audience to perform for… we could hear your lovely singing voice~”
She said in an attempt at a sing song voice, but every word was laced with venom as she spoke. She raised up her hand and snapped her fingers. Instantly, two very large saiyan males carried in a blindfolded man tied securely to a chair. It wasn’t hard to tell that it was his uncle.
Komatsu quickly looked away from his uncle just as they pulled off Toru’s blindfold. The man’s eyes would grow wide as he saw Koma in chains, blood pouring from the side of his neck to stain the chains and the front of his broken armor.
“Koma… hey, buddy look at me… alright...just concentrate on me.”
Toru would say quickly before the two men gagged him. The hybrid would just glare at each in turn, but then focus all of his attention on Komatsu. The little boy finally looked towards his uncle, the smallest of tears in his eyes as he tried to put on a brave face.
“Oh yes that’s right… you have a good look at your wittle Koma~ hihihihi”
The crazed Saiyaness would giggle as she walked back over to the hanging Komatsu. She would step behind him, and wrap her arms around him like a mother would to her child. However, as she placed her hands against him, she would tear off his armor with her left hand (as it was falling to pieces anyways) and then with her right, she began to cut into his skin with her nails! They were veritable talons, easily gliding through his flesh like a knife cutting through butter.
“HA-OW…”
Komatsu would yelp but bit his lower lip and screwed his eyes shut tightly to prevent himself from crying out. The woman would laugh as she stopped cutting him, bringing her hand back down to where she began the cut, and began to dig her fingers into it, widening the wound as she began to dig into his flesh.
The tears that had only been small earlier were now beading down the young boy’s face as he let out a scream, trying to recoil away from the intrusion but only managed to back up more into the Saiyaness. He would start trying to break free of the ridiculously heavy chains once more, tugging and pulling at every limb in turn, quickly trying to find weak points as he had before!
“Stop! STOP”
He yelled at her, and she finally did, moving her hand away from Komatsu and looking up towards Toru as she took a lick of the blood flowing down the side of Komatsu’s neck.
“He’s not quite singing is he… well, we’ll fix that~”
The woman would muse, as she would move back over to her little table. She would stand there, pondering over which tools she should use, but finally decided she didn’t want any of them! Oh no! She wanted to pleasure of hurting him with her own two hands!
She literally flipped the table over, scattering the tools across the floor before moving back over to Komatsu. She would gently place her hand on his, and trace her way up his arm until she reached his right bicep. She would feel the flesh for a moment before drawing her hand back, angling her claws at his arm before stabbing into him once more.
These methods would be repeated again and again and again until she would finally get Komatsu screaming. She would break bones and reach into his body to grab at them, laughing as she would use the limb as if controlling a marionette, relishing in every scream from her young victim, and every gargled cry from his gagged uncle as he attempted to break free to save Komatsu. Well, getting loose wasn’t on the agenda today, and so the woman would have her fun torturing the child for hours, until Koma would become unresponsive from the sheer amount of trauma and blood loss.
The woman would pout as she smacked Koma in the face, attempting to wake him up but to no avail. She would look back to the two saiyans still standing and holding the very pissed off and traumatized Toru to the chair.
“Hmm… you. Take him to a healing chamber… I”m not done with him. Leave him in long enough to scar up and regain his blood, but then bring him back to me~”
She would say before looking over to Komatsu once more. She would grab his long dark hair and pull his head back, forcing his deadened eyes to look into hers as a sadistic smile continued to cross her face.
“Do you hear that, little prince? I am going to keep torturing you, day after day, let you heal, only to come back for more. You’re so little… how long do you think your sanity can last?”
She would whisper to him, letting go of his hair as his head lulled back down in front of him. The woman would laugh as she walked over to Toru.
“As for you… well… I can only imagine the revenge you want on me… so let’s make sure it takes you a while…”
She would say before stabbing her already blood soaked hand into his stomach, causing Toru to cough and gag as he tried to catch his breath.
“Bring him back to his cell, and make sure these two don’t see each other until I want them too, understand!?”
She ordered the other male and immediately, both of them moved into action. One moved to unhook Komatsu from the heavy chains, while the other dragged Toru out the way they had come in, to put him in an isolation cell.
Komatsu’s eyes would snap open as he sat up in bed with a cry. He barely had time to think of where he was before jumping to his feet, flaring up his power level to the maximum before slowly calming down. He was in his own room… at home, safe on Planet Natto. The young saiyan warrior would sigh as he suppressed his Super Saiyan ki once more, allowing himself to sit back down on the side of his bed.
He would bring his hands up to cover his face as he tried to push out the dream he just had… a faded memory his mind had pushed out so long ago… So why was it creeping up now..? His left hand would move to his right bicep, tracing the scar hidden underneath his shirt…
“Uncle Toru… I haven’t thought about him in years… I guess they really made me forget him… damn it… they killed him too… and it’s all my fault…”
He brought his hands back up to his forehead as he sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn’t even bring himself to cry at the memory, no matter how much it hurt… he was angry more than he was sad, and it became clear to him why he hated Jarvis so much…
Because Komatsu had run away, and so Toru died for that mistake… Jarvis ran away, and they both died… He hated being called a coward, hated being told he’d always run… because he never would again...
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WC: 1,678
-PL requested, using 30x gravity, flavored as stupidly heavy chains!-
When Komatsu came too, he looked about himself weakly. Where was he? The memories of him getting captured again came flooding back to his memory and the young saiyan quickly grew depressed at the thought of where he was. He slowly started to take everything in, and his depressed look turned to one of fear once more. This wasn’t an ordinary cell… the walls were lined with chains and stains of blood, there were all sorts of tools laid out on a table nearby him, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going to happen.
Komatsu would begin to struggle against the chains, though it didn’t do much good, they were so damned heavy he might as well be bolted to the ground! He couldn’t even use any of his ki to try and get himself out!
“Nononononononono”
Komatsu would groan in a panic as his eyes grew wide and his heart began to race furiously! He would struggle and struggle, and yet he could barely move at all! Sure, over time he found he could move more and more, but by the time he managed to draw his arms closer to himself, a thin, saiyan female walked into the room. At first, she didn’t look scarry at all, until she knelt down in front of him and Komatsu could get a good look at her face.
She had an absolutely blood thirsty look in her eyes, a crooked smile and narrow eyes that felt like they could pierce your very soul
“Ohhh~ They send me a baby saiyan? Oh it won’t be hard to make you scream, not at all~”
She would whisper, fangs visible in her mouth as she spoke… Fangs? Was this woman actually a saiyan? The woman would lean in closely and bite down hard on the side of Komatsu’s neck, just above the heavy chains set there. She would laugh against his neck as she heard the boy hiss. She could almost taste the fear coming off of him, and yet he was trying to be so brave by keeping his mouth shut.
“Oh no no no, my little pet~ We are going to make much more noise then that… ah! Maybe if we had an audience to perform for… we could hear your lovely singing voice~”
She said in an attempt at a sing song voice, but every word was laced with venom as she spoke. She raised up her hand and snapped her fingers. Instantly, two very large saiyan males carried in a blindfolded man tied securely to a chair. It wasn’t hard to tell that it was his uncle.
Komatsu quickly looked away from his uncle just as they pulled off Toru’s blindfold. The man’s eyes would grow wide as he saw Koma in chains, blood pouring from the side of his neck to stain the chains and the front of his broken armor.
“Koma… hey, buddy look at me… alright...just concentrate on me.”
Toru would say quickly before the two men gagged him. The hybrid would just glare at each in turn, but then focus all of his attention on Komatsu. The little boy finally looked towards his uncle, the smallest of tears in his eyes as he tried to put on a brave face.
“Oh yes that’s right… you have a good look at your wittle Koma~ hihihihi”
The crazed Saiyaness would giggle as she walked back over to the hanging Komatsu. She would step behind him, and wrap her arms around him like a mother would to her child. However, as she placed her hands against him, she would tear off his armor with her left hand (as it was falling to pieces anyways) and then with her right, she began to cut into his skin with her nails! They were veritable talons, easily gliding through his flesh like a knife cutting through butter.
“HA-OW…”
Komatsu would yelp but bit his lower lip and screwed his eyes shut tightly to prevent himself from crying out. The woman would laugh as she stopped cutting him, bringing her hand back down to where she began the cut, and began to dig her fingers into it, widening the wound as she began to dig into his flesh.
The tears that had only been small earlier were now beading down the young boy’s face as he let out a scream, trying to recoil away from the intrusion but only managed to back up more into the Saiyaness. He would start trying to break free of the ridiculously heavy chains once more, tugging and pulling at every limb in turn, quickly trying to find weak points as he had before!
“Stop! STOP”
He yelled at her, and she finally did, moving her hand away from Komatsu and looking up towards Toru as she took a lick of the blood flowing down the side of Komatsu’s neck.
“He’s not quite singing is he… well, we’ll fix that~”
The woman would muse, as she would move back over to her little table. She would stand there, pondering over which tools she should use, but finally decided she didn’t want any of them! Oh no! She wanted to pleasure of hurting him with her own two hands!
She literally flipped the table over, scattering the tools across the floor before moving back over to Komatsu. She would gently place her hand on his, and trace her way up his arm until she reached his right bicep. She would feel the flesh for a moment before drawing her hand back, angling her claws at his arm before stabbing into him once more.
These methods would be repeated again and again and again until she would finally get Komatsu screaming. She would break bones and reach into his body to grab at them, laughing as she would use the limb as if controlling a marionette, relishing in every scream from her young victim, and every gargled cry from his gagged uncle as he attempted to break free to save Komatsu. Well, getting loose wasn’t on the agenda today, and so the woman would have her fun torturing the child for hours, until Koma would become unresponsive from the sheer amount of trauma and blood loss.
The woman would pout as she smacked Koma in the face, attempting to wake him up but to no avail. She would look back to the two saiyans still standing and holding the very pissed off and traumatized Toru to the chair.
“Hmm… you. Take him to a healing chamber… I”m not done with him. Leave him in long enough to scar up and regain his blood, but then bring him back to me~”
She would say before looking over to Komatsu once more. She would grab his long dark hair and pull his head back, forcing his deadened eyes to look into hers as a sadistic smile continued to cross her face.
“Do you hear that, little prince? I am going to keep torturing you, day after day, let you heal, only to come back for more. You’re so little… how long do you think your sanity can last?”
She would whisper to him, letting go of his hair as his head lulled back down in front of him. The woman would laugh as she walked over to Toru.
“As for you… well… I can only imagine the revenge you want on me… so let’s make sure it takes you a while…”
She would say before stabbing her already blood soaked hand into his stomach, causing Toru to cough and gag as he tried to catch his breath.
“Bring him back to his cell, and make sure these two don’t see each other until I want them too, understand!?”
She ordered the other male and immediately, both of them moved into action. One moved to unhook Komatsu from the heavy chains, while the other dragged Toru out the way they had come in, to put him in an isolation cell.
--Current Day--
Komatsu’s eyes would snap open as he sat up in bed with a cry. He barely had time to think of where he was before jumping to his feet, flaring up his power level to the maximum before slowly calming down. He was in his own room… at home, safe on Planet Natto. The young saiyan warrior would sigh as he suppressed his Super Saiyan ki once more, allowing himself to sit back down on the side of his bed.
He would bring his hands up to cover his face as he tried to push out the dream he just had… a faded memory his mind had pushed out so long ago… So why was it creeping up now..? His left hand would move to his right bicep, tracing the scar hidden underneath his shirt…
“Uncle Toru… I haven’t thought about him in years… I guess they really made me forget him… damn it… they killed him too… and it’s all my fault…”
He brought his hands back up to his forehead as he sat on the edge of the bed. He couldn’t even bring himself to cry at the memory, no matter how much it hurt… he was angry more than he was sad, and it became clear to him why he hated Jarvis so much…
Because Komatsu had run away, and so Toru died for that mistake… Jarvis ran away, and they both died… He hated being called a coward, hated being told he’d always run… because he never would again...
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WC: 1,678
-PL requested, using 30x gravity, flavored as stupidly heavy chains!-