Upon awakening Elle would realize she was strapped into a chair, straps around her wrist, ankles,waist and her upper chest area. "Finally... your waking up..." Gabriel said in a low menacing tone. "I can't wait to get started." A wide grin set across his face as he gazed at Elle.
She rolled her head as she opened her head and stared up at him. She jerked against the bonds as she realized where she was. Jerking once more, she sneered up at him, deciding not to say anything. Gabriel. She's seen him before, knew his position. Instead, she spat at him.
Gabriel watched as the liquid hit the ground, his face becoming slightly confused. "You know, it impolite to spit at people... The least you can do is tell me your name." He voiced while walking over circles around her. Finally he stopped just behind her and got close to her ear. "Guess it wouldn't matter much now would it, Elle."
Having already anticipating something like that from Elle, Gabriel swiftly took a step back and laughed. "Your ever so kind to offer me mercy, perhaps i'll take you up on that when your haunting me from the grave but, were getting a little to ahead of ourselves." He paused, taking this time to walk towards the front of Elle. "We haven't even started the fun yet."
"I suppose your right.... My sister really is a bitch." Gabriel said aloud, completely ignoring Elle's threats. "Now..." He clasped his hands together before walking off to another area and rolling a table out from the shadows. "We should really get started, i supposed to get information from you... i know, boring right?" Gabriel casually said while looking through his tools.
"It seems like i can't even trust my own servants though..." Gabriel answer while pulling out a knife and inspecting it. "I mean, you must have had help infiltrating our base and i'd like to know who helped you." He had decided on something different and threw the knife back onto the table. "God, i can't seem to decided on what to start with...."
This was far from Gabriel first time, not the first time someone tried to act brave. "No need to act brave now." He said while pulling out a set of needles. "Ahh here we are." With this he walked over and grabbed Elle's index finger, tight enough for her not to be able to move it.
She bit down on her tongue, fighting back the scream, and the pressure of her teeth forced her mouth to swell with blood which spurted down her chin as she choked on it. "Screw you," she whispered, her hands shaking.
He raised an eyebrow at Elle, setting a hand on her thigh and slowly moving git upwards. "Well if your offering..." Gabriel said with a small smirk before pulling his hand away. "I suppose we don't exactly have the time for that though..." He pushed on one of the needles digging into her finger nail. "So, don't suppose you'd make this easy and tell me who helped you?"
"Thought so..." Gabriel said as a response to Elle's silence. "Tell me Elle, did you get anything to eat before we captured you?" He asked as he sat on the floor, almost like a child, and flicking at the needles playfully.
"Well i do hope you got full off of that." Gabriel pushed himself up off the floor and walked over to the door. "Because we have this policy of not feeding the prisoners." With that he walked out, leaving the needle in her fingernails.
She struggled, trying to use the needles to push the other ones out. After an hour, one slid off, coated in blood but after a sharp notion of pain relief ran through Elle. Soon most of them were scattered around the ground.
After a few hours Gabriel came back into the room and immediately noticed the needles. "Hmmm what a shame... i was hoping those would stay in." He shrugged it off though and went over to the table of tools once more.
He nodded. "Suppose i should have." He agreed with her, pulling out a knife and walking over to Elle's side. "Perhaps this would suit your liking much better." With that he stabbed the knife into her thigh, all the way down to the hilt.
She began to shake, spitting out blood, "fuck you," she spat out, trying to going to somewhere in her mind that she could block it all out. Damn it, Etta, you spent years starving on the streets, you can deal with this. Weak.
He watched her for a moment before grabbing the knife and pulling it out slowly, only to slide it back in - doing this a few times before he got bored and just leaving the blade in her thigh. "All i need is a name and this can be done and over with."
Elle had caught Gabe by surprise, where did she know that name from? Despite this though, he kept a calm emotionless expression. "Really?" He paused while rubbing his chin. "I thought we had dealt with him after luring him into trying to kill me and getting him sent to prison." He mainly said this to myself but, Elle was more than likely to hear it as well. "I suppose that's what we get for showing him mercy and not killing him before." with that he yanking the knife out of Elle thigh and stabbed the blade into her other one, leaving the room shortly after. "I'll send an assistant to bandage up those wounds... don't want you bleeding out on me now."
After a few days Gabe decided to check back up on Elle, slight forgetting about her as he went about his normal days. She had to be weak by now, didn't she? Maybe ready to talk. With that in mind, Gabriel opened the door and walked inside. "Now how's my favorite little prisoner doing? Are we ready to talk about how exactly you came into out HQ?"
"Yes Yes, you already gave me that name." Gabriel voiced while walking over to Elle, kneeling in front of her and examining the wounds that one of his assistance must have come in to badage up. "He may have had a say in helping you in her but, he locked up in prison... what i wanna know is who exactly helped you reach our base." Gabe paused for a moment to look up at Elle. "As in, who actually brought you here?"
Gabe frowned at her. "I'm very disappointed, i thought starving you would help but i guess not." With that he took a hold of her index figure and broke it. "Now stop being such a smart ass and tell me who helped you" he took a hold of another fingure, ready to break it if he didn't like her response.
He watched her for a moment, unsure whether she was telling the truth or not. "I'll have follow up on that information..." He responded before letting her finger go. "Doesn't mean we have to stop having fun though." His lips turned into a grin as he went over to his table.
OOC:Feel like we should do a timeskip to where elle is all bloody and cut up cause i don't think it be a good idea to rp to much torture lmao
OOC: Someones going to stalk it and be all wtf. Wait
Days passed and she'd been shifted onto a table. She couldn't really see, her eyelashes glued together with dried blood, her matted hair clung to the sweat on her cheeks and they grew hollower with each day.