Warning: Contains Some Graphic Content and Torture774Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2WFOPckURg
Summer didn't know what to expect when Law mentioned a secret. He hadn't offered up any details really, disappearing into the bathroom. The little he'd given her only conjured up pictures of…her face turned beet red. Shaking it quickly, she berated herself for thinking such dirty thoughts. The tattoos adorning his chest and back were rather attractive, the way his lean body accentuated every black mark…
'Baka, Summer, Baka!'
After the initial feeling of shock and horror, she hesitantly rose from bed and slipped out the door. Thankfully no one was in the hall, and she was able to get to her room without incident. Putting on a fresh set of clothes, and brushing out her bed head, she returned to his room in time to see him walk out of the bathroom fully dressed. She ignored the pang of disappointment at not being able to see his tattoos anymore.
"I've been meaning to show you the past few days." He mentioned, placing his spotted hat on his head and leading her out into the hall.
"What is it?" She tried asking, but he only smirked in reply. Sighing, she blew a piece of hair out of her face. "Forgot you were a stubborn ass."
His smirk widened. Her scowl deepened.
"This way." He turned left down the hall, heading to one of the storage halls. Her confusion grew, as she saw no reason to be down there. Their footsteps were loud in this part of the sub, as it was deep on the inside. She was willing to be not many people walked down here often. He stopped in front of the last door on the left, looking back to her with a sadistic gleam in his eyes as he gripped the knob.
"Something tells me I'm gonna like what's through that door." She muttered, recognizing her own dark side rearing up. If he was excited, it usually meant she would enjoy whatever was to come.
"Most definitely." He growled, throwing open the door. Summer walked through into the pitch black room, trusting whatever was in front of her. The door behind her closed, and her Captain threw on the lights.
What she saw made her gasp.
"I'll kill you all!" Viper cried, struggling against the restraints attached to all his limbs, which were separated individually by Law's power. He was pinned to a large metal slab. The body parts were arranged anatomically, though several inches apart from each piece of him. She struggled against the straps, but Law's ability drained his strength by several notches, and he was incapable of freeing himself. His chest had a hole where his heart would be.
Several feet in front of him was a pedestal. On top was a cube-shaped object covered by a cloth. It pulsed slightly.
"We attacked his ship a few days before reaching the island." Law's quiet voice explained just behind her, and she stared in morbid fascination at what used to be her living nightmare. He gently pushed her up to the pedestal, and giving her another sadistic smirk, he lifted the cloth away, revealing the still-beating heart underneath.
"You'll wish you never escaped that lab when I get through with you!" Viper screamed, baring his teeth in an unsightly manner. The two pirates ignored him.
Summer's smile widened beyond what would be considered normal, her excitement no longer able to be contained. "This is all from your powers?" She asked in hushed tones.
"While you were away, I experimented with ways to use my ability. It garnered surprising and…satisfying results." He purred, and she shared his pride. Viper continued to try to grab one of them but he was completely attached to the metal slab and too far away.
Reverently picking up the heart, she turned it this way and that, inspecting all its surfaces. The rhythmic beating only added to her desire to squeeze it. Law seemed to register the blackness in her eyes because he gestured to Viper.
"Consider it a gift, for returning home. His life is in your hands. Do with it what you wish." He stepped back, allowing her the privacy to do her work, while still remaining by the door to watch. There wasn't a chance in hell he'd miss what was about to happen.
Grin still in place, she walked up to Viper, who glared back at her. Seeing him like this, he didn't seem remotely as terrifying as she always remembered him to be. Holding up the heart to get his attention, she laughed darkly.
"I used to be afraid of you." His eyes narrowed, trying to glare dangerously at her but being in his position made it embarrassingly impossible. She laughed at his attempts to scare her. "But now, now that I see you all strung up and useless, I can see you're only as powerful as I make you to be. This whole time, it was my own head making you terrifying."
Without missing a beat, she gave the heart a tiny squeeze, and Viper cried in pain.
"Damn you!" He ground out, gaining back his breath from the pressure to his body. Summer's breathing remained easy and consistent. Law admired her ability to get right up next to him after all the years of running away.
"You know, the longer I look at you, the uglier you get." She mocked, and he roared in anger. "Hmph." She cocked her head, squeezing the heart again, this time a little harder.
"AH!" He cried, eyes slamming shut from the pain.
"You make this too easy." She gripped the cube with both hands, pulling at opposite ends. She didn't do it hard enough to tear, but enough to stretch the soft tissue.
"FUCK!" He shouted and shrieked, hands and feet twitching and clenching. Summer relished in the cries of pain, amusement shining in her eyes. Somewhere deep within her, she could feel Nemesis' satisfaction as well. Revenge was apparently a sweet reward.
"What was that? I didn't quite hear you." She repeated the treatment, sending him into another wave of pain and screams.
To her own surprise, she giggled loudly, eyeing the heart with glee. A thought struck her then, and she pulled one of her daggers out of her belt sheath. Turning to look at Law, her eyes returned a little to normal.
"May I, Captain?" She gestured to him with her weapon. He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. With a pleased smirk he nodded. She matched his grin, and placed the heart on the pedestal.
Walking up to him, she forced his chin up with the blade of her dagger, and his black eyes met her dangerously violet ones. All he saw was a cold hatred. And when she spoke, it gave him a chill up his spine.
"When I'm done with you, you'll beg me for a quick death. And then," She pointed to his removed organ, "I'll stab you through the heart. And you'll be thankful." She finished, stabbing one of his arms in the next instant. Her attack was met with screams of pain.
Law watched with a morbid fascination and pleasure as Summer tortured Viper, slicing his body with her small weapon. She attacked without hesitation, and he found himself mesmerized by her movements. The flicks of her wrist as she slashed and stabbed, blood splattering onto her clothes and skin and hair. None of it seemed to faze her, as she never stopped to clean it off.
Usually, it pleased him to watch the victim's eyes as they were tortured, to watch the hope recede and see the fear take its place, but his attention was on her alone. She was much more entertaining to watch, her hair swaying with each swing, lovely grin set in place. Her laughter filled in the gaps where his screams cut off. To describe them would be an injustice, but they were certainly music to Law's ears.
"I remember how you starved me in that cell." She said, stabbing him again through the thigh. His body was littered with cuts and stabs. "And how you killed all those innocent people I had come close to. How you burned the towns and the islands I lived on. How you laughed at my pain. How you took away my innocence."
Each statement was punctuated with another attack, and another scream of pain. Blood seeped from his mouth, and it dripped onto the floor. "I remember every single time you told me that it was my fault. I remember the desire to kill myself whenever they gave me back to you."
Law felt the pain, he related to her last statement. He too, had sought to kill as many as he could with disregard to his own safety, so many years ago. He knew of the pain and hurt that accompanied it. What Summer had said…it made him respect her a little more.
"I'll never beg to you!" He shouted in between abuses, breathing heavily from all the screaming. Summer paused, lowering the weapon. Turning back to Law, she wore a serious expression on her face. He smirked at the blood across her face.
"How long before he dies of blood loss?" She asked, and he examined her work with a doctor's eye.
"Approximately 12 minutes." He said, and Viper's eyes seemed to widen. He had sustained a multitude of wounds, all of which were bleeding profusely. The floor had gathered a puddle of the sticky red liquid but Summer ignored the staining it would cause to her shoes. Turning back to the greasy pirate, she flicked the bloodied blade away from her to rid it of liquid.
"Is there any way to extend that time?" She asked, and Law chuckled.
"Eager to prolong his suffering?" She nodded. "Unfortunately, no. Those injuries are nearly impossible to bandage fast enough at this point. All you can do now is wait for him to bleed out."
She turned and laid the blade down on the pedestal, walking towards the door. "We'll see about that." She said. And with that, she walked out the door into the hall. Law remained leaning against the wall. He was eager to see what she was up to.
Summer strolled through the halls of the sub, uncaring that she was still covered in Viper's blood. Adrenaline was coursing through her veins, the excitement of finally getting her hands on the bastard throwing all care out of her mind. She passed by Shachi and Penguin, who were mopping the floors.
"Hey, Summer-chan!" Penguin greeted, giving a little wave. The bloodied state she was in gave them no concern. Shachi, however, took one look at the footprints of blood she'd left in her wake and sweat dropped.
"But…we just mopped this hallway!" He cried, dropping the cleaning tool in exasperation. Summer grinned.
"Sorry, I'll make you second helpings of dinner since I caused you trouble." They immediately brightened up, mentions of food easing all doubts.
"Alright! Thanks, Summer-chan!" She continued past them and into the mess deck. Inside, a few men were playing cards and eating snacks. They gave her greetings, which she replied to, and stalked into the kitchen.
Poking her head inside, she saw Casper was looking through a cookbook. Seeing her come in, he glanced up.
"Oh, I see the Captain showed you your surprise?" Summer nodded, heading straight for the pantry. "Looking for something?"
"How is our salt supply?" She asked suddenly, searching through the food items while trying to keep the blood off of the contents. Casper thought a moment.
"Hmm…we haven't used much of it lately since our meals have been low sodium. We could spare a fair amount. Why?" She grinned.
"Oh, just an idea of mine." The older cook could imagine what it was she was thinking. She found a large bowl to put it in and began filling it. As an afterthought, he went to the fridge and retrieved a yellow bottle.
"Here, try some of this too." He held it out to the girl, and her grin widened.
"Lemon juice? Good idea, Casper. Thanks." She gathered all of her ingredients and headed out the door, leaving Casper to shake his head in wonder, returning to the cookbook for dinner ideas.
Law looked up when Summer pushed through the door once more. One look at what she carried made him smile darkly. Viper seemed to understand what it was and began squirming as much as he could, which wasn't much considering he was chopped up, strapped to a metal wall, and severely low on blood.
"How much time left?" She asked.
"9 minutes." She chuckled.
"Plenty of time."
Turning back to her victim, she set the bowl of salt beside the dagger, opening the bottle of lemon juice.
"You'll be like some twisted version of a margarita." She laughed at her own lame joke, beginning to squeeze the liquid onto his wounds. Even Law couldn't resist a small chuckle at her words. His screaming was intense, more severe than it had been previously. Summer's grin only widened as his body parts squirmed and thrashed in an attempt to get the liquid off.
His words no longer made sense, merging into strangled sounds of pain. Tears flowed freely down his face, more of an involuntary reaction than actual crying, but it still sent a surge of satisfaction to see him brought to such a state.
She emptied the bottle on him, succeeding in covering his entire body with the stuff. Then, tossing the container somewhere in the room, she grabbed the bowl of salt. Taking a handful, she took a moment to appreciate the genuine fear in his eyes before taking the it and rubbing it into all the cuts and stab wounds she could reach.
Needless to say, his screams reached an intensity that even Law had never before heard.
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