(ooo, yes that would be interesting! I say go for it!)
Astral smirked to himself when there was no reply. He moved through the house quietly, going into the bedroom. Now, for his plan- he'd torture Simon as much as he wanted, but in the morning it would just feel like a dream. He made his way over to the bed, looking down at the man, a gleam in his eyes. Not holding back, he grabbed Simon by the hair and started freaking him out of the bed, not bothering himself as to whether the man woke up or not.
((Okay but why’d I actually like writing that long ass description lol))
Simon yelped, having abruptly woken up when his body hit the floor. Still disoriented, he likely wouldn’t be able to recognize that he wasn’t still asleep. He wasn’t even able to recognize that Astral was the one holding him, all his energy was merely focused on escaping from the other’s grasp. His squirming most likely hurt him more than it hurt Astral. He was panicked, not crying yet, but he’d get there.
Astral dragged Simon out of the bedroom, into the living room. The painted wall… Well, it wasn't anymore. It was pure white, not a trace of red to be seen. Astral dragged Simon up to it, grinning to himself. He made a new mural with every toy- quite literally. It's take a lot of blood, but there was no way Astral would let Simon pass out from it. He pulled Simon up, too high, he wasn't touching the floor anymore- and then he banged the man's head against the wall, over and over, waiting for the telltale sign of blood.
(Lol it was really good!)
((Lol thanks, apparently my ability to actually write decided to magically reappear))
When Simon could finally see who was dragging him, his expression was surprised, but almost instantly it settled into one of…there wasn’t even an accurate way to describe it, acceptance maybe? Regardless, he still let out a cry of pain the first time his head collided with the wall. His breathing slowly became a hyperventilating mess, his brain unable to process everything that was going on. But he did faintly register when the banging was enough to draw blood.
Astral was satisfied at first with the surprise, but it was a bit disappointing after that. Still, the cries of pain were enough for him. When he finally saw blood, he grinned, dragging Simon's head over there was and leaving a trail. He ground the man's head into the wall, bringing up more and more blood. Still, even as he felt Simon fading, he used his powers to force the man to stay awake, to stay alive, to feel every last shred of pain. Soon enough, it was gone dressing against the wall, not flesh, and Astral pulled Simon away. He wasn't done, but he needed to think of which part to use next.
It got to a point where the only thing Simon was aware of was how he was fading in and out of consciousness, where he’d go from thinking this was the end, to feeling refreshed and alive again. But when Astral pulled him away from the wall, he could feel more of the pain again. He whimpered softly, a few tears joining ones that had already slid down his grimy face.
Astral thought a moment, letting Simon dangle in his grasp. Finally, he seemed to have decided on what he was going to do. He carried Simon a short distance away from the wall, starting to strip him down. He smirked a bit at the binder, having figured it was that. He hummed a bit, discarding the clothes and holding the naked man by his hair again.
This is typically how Simon’s dreams went, though so far this one had been a lot more graphic. Despite him believing it was a dream, he quickly began to panic when he was being stripped of his clothes. “P-please.” He managed to get out, more tears quickly welling up in his eyes to the point where they obscured his vision. “P-please s-s-stop.” He said, on the verge of breaking down into sobs.
Astral, instead of doing what Simon asked, examined his body thoroughly. He smirked a bit, pulling the man close.
"What a lovely lady," he sneered, his first words this entire encounter. He wanted Simon to know Astral didn't give to fuck about him. With Simon's hair still in his hand to hold him up, Astral slipped his fingers into the wound he had made. He seperated flesh from bone, Simon sagging in his grip as he detached Simon's scalp from his head. He needed to keep it a bit surreal, though, so he was doing the same kind of motions one would to finger a person.
At the words, Simon’s entire body had shuddered and he finally broke down into sobs. It had all become too painful for his tired mind to process. So much so that at first he wasn’t even fully aware of the wound being forced open in the back of his head. But he felt the pain, and screamed accordingly.
Astral grinned some as Simon screamed and sob. He pulled his hand away eventually. It was covered in blood- good! He carried Simon back to the wall, shoving him against it again. He hummed a bit to himself, moving his hand so instead of holding Simon's hair, he was holding the man's jaw, fingers in his mouth. He held Simon tightly, starting to drag him across the wall, getting as much blood on it as he could.
Simon continued to cry, but he wasn’t screaming as much anymore. He didn’t know whether that would upset Astral or not. He certainly hoped it wouldn’t. He continued to let out cries of pain, but they definitively weren’t as desperate sounding anymore.
Astral was ignoring Simon for the moment, registering the change but more focused on finishing his work. Once he was done, he pulled Simon back. Good enough. It stretched across the entire wall, an abstract mess of chunks of flesh and blood. He set Simon down on his feet, examining the man a moment.
"Won't you scream for me anymore?" He asked. He took his hand from around Simon's jaw, supporting the human so he wouldn't fall to the ground.
Simon Still a bit of a mess, both emotionally and physically, it took him a second to be able to respond. “I-I can if you want me to..” he said meekly. The fact that he was relatively used to these questions said a lot.
Astral narrowed his eyes a bit. Damnit, someone had already broken this man.
"I see…" He moved to pick Simon up in his arms, cradling him. Honestly, he was completely pissed, and it showed. He wanted to be the one to condition Simon to ask these questions, not get him like this already. Still, that didn't stop him from carrying Simon towards his workroom- or torture chamber, if you preferred to call it that.
Simon knew that despite the way Astral was gently cradling him, he’d upset the man. He fell silent, trying to stop his body from shaking. He was afraid of what the other would do to him, but he knew better than to ask, or try and fight it.
Astral brought Simon into the room; there wasn't much in it, just a table with various instruments for cutting into someone, and a slab of metal with leather restraints on it. He laid Simon down on it, and even though the man wasn't trying to fight back, Astral still strapped him down. He wanted Simon to struggle. He stopped once Simon was securely on the table, raising one hand to cup his cheek.
"Are you afraid?" he finally asked.
“Yes.” He admitted softly, not meeting Astral’s eyes. He was no longer completely sure if this was real or a nightmare. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to know.
Astral smiled. At least Simon could still be afraid of him. It was better than nothing.
"Good," He murmured softly in Simon's ear. "Because we're just getting started." Still, he leaned up, lightly pressing a kiss to Simon's head like he had in the alleyway. There was no relief this time, though, no healing. He pulled away, grabbing a knife. He drew a line down Simon's chest, cutting two flaps out of his skin. He opened them, nailing them in place. He was going to dissect Simon, it seemed.
Simon was doing his best to disassociate. Usually he tried to avoid it but…he didn’t want to remember anything that would happen to him in these next few hours. It normally came naturally, so it was harder attempting to force himself into that state. For now, he had merely shut his eyes tightly.
Astral took his time, looking over all the muscles, the fat, the organs and bones in Simon's chest. He glanced up, sighing some and hitting the man's cheek with the back of his hand. There was no way he'd let this man get out of this so easily.
"Pay attention," he growled. "You might learn something." He picked up his knife again, starting to peel back the layer upon layers of flesh and muscle, cutting them out and setting them to the side to put back later.
He obeyed, but not much, his eyes only opening to slits. This hurt like hell, especially considering his chest had already been bruised and slightly swollen from having over worn his binder.
Astral sighed a bit. This would do for now. He continued, pulling more and more out of Simon. He held up severed organs, still seeming to be functioning normally. He held them all so Simon could see, smiling to himself. He hummed softly, taking out more, more, more until there was nothing left, just the inside of Simon's back skin.
Simon seemed like he might pass out, simply due to stress and his brain being unable to process all of this. Especially since Simon had never really been exposed to anything supernatural, his mind couldn’t handle this.
Astral made one finally cut, severing the last bit of skin left that connected Simon's head to his body. Still, still the man was alive, he was awake, and Astral was making sure Simon could feel every part of this. He lifted Simon's head up, holding the man so he could look at Astral. He smirked down at the man.
