#curt marks up the inside of his thighs real good so jack can feel the bruises the next day and remember how much curt likes his legs

[sweaterkittensahoy]

Curt calls Jack 'leggy' one night, and Jack tries to curl up.

"Oh, no you don't," and Curt wraps his hands around Jack's ankles and slowly pulls his legs straight again. "You're gonna learn to take a compliment if it's the last fucking thing I do."

And it's ten straight minutes of Curt saying sweet/nice/filthy things about Jack's legs until Jack is so bright red and also so hard he thinks he might pass out.

[raptorfiction]

(Trigger Warning: Torture)

It was dark and cold inside the cell but Rock had expected that. The shackles, the flimsy mat on the floor for a sleeping spot--all as expected. Hell, she wasn’t even surprised by the muted sound of Dromund Kass’ constant storm. No, everything about this place was typical for a prison as far as she was concerned, but what wasn’t standard was the special ‘care’ she was being given by the guards.

After her ‘initiation’ from Xandrea as she escorted her to the cell, the doctor had come in to patch her up, tend to any lasting injuries. It had confused Rock at first, why they would be treating her when she knew they were only going to rough her up again but then she finally realised the reason behind it all. They wanted her to be in the best condition as possible so they could have the pleasure of breaking her all over again. And she thought she was a sadist.

As she sat there stewing in her own smug thoughts, her cell door whooshed open and in stepped--or rather, hobbled--the Vice Warden, Marival. Clad in her Imperial uniform this time, she seemed far less impressive than the armour she had greeted Rock in last time. Some of the swelling around her eyes and jaw had gone down, enabling her to stare down her captive with full intensity. A vengeful sneer curled at the officer’s lips as she stepped inside the cell, the door sliding shut behind her.

Marie approached the prisoner with her hands clasped at the small of her back. It was satisfying to her, having the woman who humiliated her at her mercy. Indeed, she couldn’t think of anything else that would have felt as good at the moment. Slowly she pulled a small pocket knife off of her belt, twirling it between her fingers as she stared down at the bound, but unfortunately not gagged woman.

“Rochayl Ferentis…” Marie spoke with icy venom in each word. “You humiliated me in front of my superior officer. The beating I could have let pass. After all, it was my mistake to confront you with limited intelligence as to how you operate. But you used me as a hostage…”

With one fluid movement Marie flicked her knife open and slashed at Rock’s face, leaving a deep gash which began to bleed profusely. Rock let out a yelp of pain at the sudden and unexpected lash out.

“You will suffer for my humiliation!” Marie shouted, slashing at her again, leaving another deep crimson mark. Rock let out another yelp, helpless to defend herself or retaliate. At least physically.

“Go ahead, Warden. Carve me up, beat me down… but it’ll never erase the fact that for one glorious moment in history, you were at my mercy. You. You were--” Her tirade was cut short by a brutal fist colliding with the side of her face.

“Shut your filthy mouth!” Marie brought the back of her hand colliding against the other side of Rock’s face, knife gripped so as to be sticking out between her fingers. The blunt force of the impact only worsened by the biting pain that accompanied yet another gouge.

“Seems I hit a nerve…” Rock managed to smirk through the pain and the blood, the look of unadulterated rage on Marie’s face so worth every second of it.

“Hit a nerve…?” Marie’s voice became very quiet and soothing all of the sudden as she knelt down to eye level with Rock. Reaching out, she caressed the unaffected flesh on the other woman’s cheek with her thumb.

Rock’s eye narrowed in suspicion as Marie did so, trying to mask just how uncomfortable the Vice Warden was making her at the moment. Without warning, a sharp, stabbing pain erupted in her leg and she screamed in pain. Marie’s expression had changed from softened to malevolent in the span of an instant as she shoved her knife deep into Rock’s thigh.

“No. I believe I have hit a nerve…”

The irony hadn’t been lost on Rock and were it anyone else at the receiving end of the proverbial stick, she’d probably gotten a chuckle out of the sadistic joke. All she could do however, was grunt in pain and lash out with her remaining good leg. She was a little slow it seemed as Marie had already stepped well out of kicking range, leaving the knife embedded in Rock’s flesh. A rather dark chuckle came from the Warden again, as she pulled yet another device off of her belt, eyeing Rock sinisterly. If anything, the new look and device unsettled Rock even more than the caressing.

Marie approached, grabbing Rock’s face roughly as she tried to free herself from her grip. The warden clicked her tongue as she backhanded Rock again and forced her head to stay still. With a cackle, Marie hooked a few jacks to Rock’s implants before taking a few steps back. This really didn’t bode well for her.

“Let’s see how you can take the heat.” At the other end of the device was a nob. With a flick of her wrist, Marie cranked it up, sending pulsing waves of electricity into the implants and as a result, Rock’s brain.

The pulses slammed into her system, causing her to seize uncontrollably. With her entire body spasming, Rock slid onto the ground fully, her limbs flailing about as though they had a mind of their own. Each passing second felt like an eternity to her as the pain wracked through every inch of her body. The smell of burning flesh began to permeate through the cell as the current gathered around the knife that was still deep in her leg.

After five long, agonizing minutes Marie finally relented, switching the electricity off. Rock laid on the ground, breathing heavily, unsure whether or not she was even still alive. Every bit of her body swapped between incredible pain and tingling numbness. Just as she thought things were going to settle and return to normal, Marie flipped the switch again; higher voltage this time. A garbled sort of scream burst from Rock before once again her muscles began to function on their own accord, her entire body flailing violently across the cell floor.

For well over an hour the game continued until finally the continued assault shorted out Rock’s eye. So much for that idea. Not that it really mattered anymore, Rock was effectively useless by that point, nothing more than a broken puddle on the ground.

Snorting in disappointment, Marie ripped the jacks out of Rock’s face and with the same finesse, ripped the blade from the now deeply burnt leg wound. The action causing the brittle flesh to peel away with it, new blood pooling where the blade had been. The action didn’t even register any pain with Rock, the nerve endings had been so severely damaged by that point they were likely beyond repair.

Without any further works or snarky comments, Marie turned and hobbled out of the cell. The sound of fading footsteps were perhaps the most reassuring sound to Rock at that moment. She had expected to go through hell when she turned herself in, prepared herself for what was to come and even thought back to all of her training but who could really prepare for something like that? This wasn’t Imperial interrogation, this was a personal vendetta that was being meted out under the pretense of justice.

Rolling onto her side, Rock let out a whimper as she curled into the fetal position. Her cybernetics were shot. How she was going to manage her prison break now, she had no clue. Maybe they’d patch it up with the intent of subjecting her to the same brutal methods again. She’d use that as her opportunity. Otherwise, well... Rock coughed a few times, focusing on her escape plan helped her to block out what she was feeling physically.

It was several hours later when her next visitor came to her cell. Clad in black and red, oozing an oppressive presence with every step, the red haired man let the door behind him close as he looked down at Rock with a blank expression. She didn’t even need an introduction to know what this man was. Her blood ran like ice through her veins as she stared back at him. When he finally did speak, his voice was deep, curt and very nearly biting.

“Rochayl Ferentis.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement. But that simple statement seemed as though it carried the weight of the entire galaxy with it.

Rock gulped loudly, eye affixed on the figure before her. Every fibre in her body screamed danger and yet there was nowhere for her to run. The green-yellow eyes felt as though they were boring into her very soul. The longer he stood there like that, the more her skin crawled as though thousands of insects were skittering all over her body.

Remlyn let the ghost of a smirk linger on his face as he closed the distance between the two of them, even as she backed away into the furthest corner of the room. With every step closer he took, it seemed he filled more of the room. Despite the extensive training the woman had had with the SIS, nothing could face up to a real encounter with a Sith. Remlyn let out a soft chuckle as he sat himself on the floor before her.

“Rochayl Ferentis. You should know your decision to come her was well founded.” Despite how gently he spoke, every word grated in Rock’s ears. “What sort of life would you have with those people? Do you even know?”

Even had she not refused to answer him, Rock wouldn’t have been able to speak anyways. Her voice had left her. Her nerve, her will, everything had been wiped away.

“Allow me to show you…” Reaching forward the Sith placed two fingers against her forehead.

In an instant Rock was transported to the Hive’s headquarters, surrounded by her friends. The illusion was so real that she forgot that she was still in prison and began to converse with everyone. It felt so good to be there again, Dlep’s arms around her shoulders.

Then the flask made its appearance. Rock stared as Dlep downed the contents in a single go, refilling it again just to repeat the process. Rock called out to him, reminding him of their very serious conversation but it seemed as though her words wouldn’t reach. Time sped forward and she watched each time Dlep pulled out the flask, each time he tried out a new drink until inevitably his body couldn’t handle it any longer.

The rain fell down onto Rock’s shoulders as she stood there, clad in black. Tears fell freely from her eyes as the pyre was lit, sending Dlep into the next life. Her heart had never felt so empty, her life so meaningless as she stood there into the wee hours of the morning until the flames finally died out. Suddenly she was back in her cell, face to face with a Sith. Not a great improvement.

“As you can see,” Remlyn pulled his fingers back from her forehead. “You’d suffer much more if you stayed there. I’ll let you… dwell upon that a time.” And just as he entered, the Inquisitor disappeared once again.

The revelation had shaken Rock to her very core. Everything she had seen, everything she had felt had seemed so concrete that she was still finding it hard to separate what was actually fact. Perhaps the hardest thing for her was the kernels of truth to the scenario, Dlep’s constant reliance on his flask and alcohol, perhaps he hadn’t listened to her heartfelt statement. Maybe her feelings didn’t matter to him. The realisation cut her worse than any of marie’s knives.

For hours she stewed in that, trying to make heads or tails when her door slipped open once more. The Warden had finally come to pay his visit...