@Discombra
'Kay guys. I've been struggling to write a torture scene for my character. It's necessary for the plot to continue, but I can't make it sound right. Any tips?
I'll put a snippet in here. So, trigger warning: torture.
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EDIT: This is a new scene that was created with the help of your advice.
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Malachi stood in the doorway. Dawne straightened. The door locked itself behind him as he approached.
“I don’t know what you did.” He snarled, Dawne flinching back. “But SOMEONE hasn’t stopped sulking for three days.” Dawne smirked
“Who?”
“Krista.” Malachi snapped, spit flying. Dawne rolled her eyes. A sharp sting shot through her cheek.
Her cheek was burning from the slap. Scratchy rope returned to circle her wrists, binding her arms above her head. A quick beat of Malachi’s wings and she was dangling, completely at his mercy. Malachi flew back down, leaving Dawne hanging from an iron hook rooted in the ceiling.
Dawne kicked her legs, struggling against her bonds. Another length of rope binding her ankles ceased all movement.
Malachi smiled. He flicked his index finger out, a scythe-like claw unsheathing itself from the folds of his skin. The claw reflected what little light was left in the cell. He came forward, grabbing her jaw with a firm grip. Dawne
“Do you wanna know why I didn’t touch you?” Dawne didn’t respond. “Because she begged me to. Begged on her hands and knees, every day. But now….” Dawne’s eyes followed his claw, that was gliding back and forth across her head, not daring to touch her, but close enough to feel the cold radiating from the rock-hard bone. “Now, you’re all mine to play with.”
Dawne’s screams filled her cell. Blood dripped from the fresh cut running across her brow, dripping. She felt a claw digging into her forearm, drawing another scream forward as it dug under her skin, finally ripping it apart from her arm at the elbow. A warm trickle of blood dripped down her arm, irritating the pulsing muscle.
Her arm started burning. Dawne shrieked as Malachi poured salt across her arm.
“SHUT UP!” Malachi roared, but Dawne wouldn’t stop sobbing. Malachi, growling, snapped his fingers.
The faint smell of ozone marked the use of magic. Her throat grew dry, and a faint stinging sensation. Dawne went to scream again, but found her voice unable to comply. Malachi smiled cruelly.
(time passes)
Dawne let out another silent scream, scraping her throat as she pushed naught but dry air through her bloodied lips. Malachi pulled back his magic, extinguishing the flame in his open palm. She could no longer see out of her left eye. Dawne thought she saw it on a table at some point, but her mind was scrambled from the pain.
Malachi had pulled out a long, dull needle. It gave a dull shine where the rust hadn’t obscured the metal. He gave her a wicked grin.
“Now, time for our grand finale.” Dawne no longer cared. Everyone she knew was gone forever. All of them either dead, or worse. She closed her eyes, ready for the sweet embrace of death.