"Mmm. Fire's a bit quick for what I would like to do to them. Were it not wearing her face I think I might have taken my time with acid and my garrote wires." He could be terribly creative if given time, and he was drunk enough to let his mind wander along those bloody paths. Without a filter those thoughts tumbled out, sanguine little gems of painful intent. Things he'd done. Things he would probably do again. Things which he was thoroughly accustomed to doing and discussing even when curled close with a lover. He tilted and twisted his head to nuzzle Jack's shoulder, eyes half closed and voice a lazy carving of razor edged violence.
"It is not unlike peeling the skin from a carcass- You start with a cut at the collar and work the wire in between the skin and flesh there. Apply the acid in small doses- not so strong as to strip the flesh but strong enough to eat away at fat and blacken the blood into a jelly. It makes it easier to scrape off your knife as you work. From there you peel down to the waist or along the arm, making as few cuts as possible. They will twitch and scream and it will be very noisy if you are working correctly. If they pass out you've gone far too quickly. Let them rest, let the acid do it's work and if it is done slowly enough they survive until all that's left is around the face and neck. Always leave that last, I was told, and for a long while I wondered." Like one would wonder after the weather or a particular woman's taste in dinner and dresses. He made a low, thoughtful noise in the back of his throat and shrugged. "I suppose it makes the situation all the more horrifying. I would do that- or I would use one of my favorite poisons."
He sighed. Nostalgic, if anything. It was a beautiful thing, the corrosive effects of his favored poison. "To an elf? Nothing. But to a man, to whatever those might be? It slowly renders them numb, bit by bit over the course of an hour. Then they lose the ability to move, fragile blood vessels in the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth dissolve- and while paralyzed they drown as their lungs fill with their own blood. It takes days."
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"It is not unlike peeling the skin from a carcass- You start with a cut at the collar and work the wire in between the skin and flesh there. Apply the acid in small doses- not so strong as to strip the flesh but strong enough to eat away at fat and blacken the blood into a jelly. It makes it easier to scrape off your knife as you work. From there you peel down to the waist or along the arm, making as few cuts as possible. They will twitch and scream and it will be very noisy if you are working correctly. If they pass out you've gone far too quickly. Let them rest, let the acid do it's work and if it is done slowly enough they survive until all that's left is around the face and neck. Always leave that last, I was told, and for a long while I wondered." Like one would wonder after the weather or a particular woman's taste in dinner and dresses. He made a low, thoughtful noise in the back of his throat and shrugged. "I suppose it makes the situation all the more horrifying. I would do that- or I would use one of my favorite poisons."
He sighed. Nostalgic, if anything. It was a beautiful thing, the corrosive effects of his favored poison. "To an elf? Nothing. But to a man, to whatever those might be? It slowly renders them numb, bit by bit over the course of an hour. Then they lose the ability to move, fragile blood vessels in the eyes, nose, ears, and mouth dissolve- and while paralyzed they drown as their lungs fill with their own blood. It takes days."