TASK #3 VILLAIN SAYS

Cale nodded slightly, glad the man had been able to get through it alone. He turned away from the pair and looked at Odette, the tasks were getting worse and by the looks of it she was next.

When he heard what she had to do he balled his fist in anger, staring around at the others to see if any would volunteer, but he doubted it. As soon as she looked at him he stood up and walked towards her.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' he asked slowly, trying to avoid looking at the whip, 'you'd have to go through a lot of pain.. just to save my life.'

"How can you even ask that?" she said, her voice shaking slightly. Did he really think she wouldn't do what was necessary to save his life? She wouldn't be able to live with herself if he died because of her.
She put the whip towards Cale. Her stomach was acting up, but she wasn't sure if it was from earlier or if it was because of fear of what was going to happen now. Probably a bit of both. "Just... Just... Just do it."

Cale lowered his head slightly and took the whip from her, 'if you're sure,' he said quietly, staring down at it he knew she wouldn't be able to take the pain, but if she was sure then it didn't look like there was anything he could do about it, except try his best to be gentle.

'How do you want to do this?' he asked eventually, looking around the room to see where would be best to get this over and done with.

Dimitri turned to look at the wall as the older man started clubbing his partner. He winced at the dull sound every time the club hit her body. This was cruel. Just pure evil. He tried his best to close his eyes and ears, but this would never leave him. He just hoped it would be over soon..
But when the next task was announced he almost missed the time it was only a club. That nine-tailed whip looked as evil as the man on the speakers. Vicious, with the spikes at the end of each tail. Wasn't there only so much pain a person could take before falling unconscious. He almost hoped that would be the case with this blonde, knowing she'd be better off unconscious when the whip tore into her flesh.

Cillian nodded. Giving her a kiss on her forehead. ''Good.'' His blood was still pumping too fast. And his ach inside had not stopped either. He listened to the next task. Just moving his head away. Cillian did not want to know what went on in that sick head of Korso. Megara had started with the club. Now it was the blonde woman. He wondered who would be next. And how much worse the tasks would get. Cillian let go off Megara. He ripped off a part off his sleeve as he wrapped it around her arm. It was not a big wound. But it would help atleast a little. Cillian tried to focus on something else than him slamming the club into Megara or the Blonde getting whipped. He clenched his teeth. If he ever could meet Korso again. He would be sure. To rip him to pieces. Gently moving Megara back in his arms to warm her up.

Odette turned her back to Cale and placed her hands against the wall. "Just make sure you don't stop. No matter what, ok?" she said insecure, wondering if she would really be able to take it all. But she knew she had no choice.

10 times.. just 10 times.. Cale closed his eye as he repeated those words over and over in his head, not that they helped at all. When he opened his eyes again Odette was leaning against the wall, he hesitated for a moment before deciding that dragging this out would only make it worse for her.

Cale counted down from 5, his voice cutting through the silence in the room. He gripped the handle tightly in his hands before letting the whip come down sharply against her back. He cursed under his breath when he realised it had hit her harder than he'd meant it to.

Odette clenched her teeth when the whip hit her back. It hurt a lot, but the worst was knowing that there were 9 more to come.
She prepared herself for the next hit. When it came it hurt even more than the first. But not of them compared to the third one. The first two had teared her jumpsuit, letting the third one have direct access to her skin. She couldn't help but scream when she felt it going through her skin.

When she screamed he couldn't help but lower his hand, watching as blood started to drip down her back from the third hit. I can't do this, he thought, he could still hear her scream in his head and he knew there'd be more to come as soon as he started whipping her again.
Cale stared down at the whip in his hand, was this really worth it to save his own life? But if he wasn't here, who would protect her? He continued to stare down at the whip as he wondered if he was really willing to go this far to save his own life, now that he knew just how much pain he was causing her.

Odette stood with clenched fists and teeth against the wall. All she wanted to do was lay down and cry, just wishing for the pain to go away. Tears had already started to form in her eyes. But she knew she had to endure it all.
Eventually she turned her head slightly only to see that Cale had stopped. She faced the wall again and bit her lip. "You have to give me all 10," she cried out. It was a weird feeling having to beg someone to hurt you, but it had to be done. "Just do it."

Cale jerked his head up as he heard her pleading voice and he nodded slowly, closing his eyes and breathing in deeply before he even dared to do it again.

..4..5..6..7.. he thought with each crack of the whip. As he watched her back become bloodier by the second, he tried not to let the tears that were pricking his eyes, blurring his vision, fall against his cheeks.

Odette tried to keep herself under control, but with each hit her screams got louder and more painful. She could feel her flesh tearing and her blood running down her back. At the 7th hit, her legs disappeared under her and she fell to the floor. Her entire body was shaking. Let this be over soon, she pleaded in her head, trying not to focus on the unbearable pain.

'Just stay alive,' he muttered to himself, biting his lip in frustration as he watched her fall to the floor, 'only 3 more to go..'
The whip cracked 3 more times in the silent room and as the final blow hit Odette he threw the whip onto the floor and ran to her side, not knowing what he was supposed to do to help her through this.

Meg forced herself to look away as Odette was wipped. The blood curdling screams made her body shudder. No one should ever endure that kind of pain. No one. She buried her face in Cillian's shoulder, trying to force the screams from her mind. When silence fell upon the room, she sighed in relief but refused to look up.

Cillian had already looked away. But the screams were so haunting. He could feel a shiver run across his spine. Cillian hoped they would soon be drugged and go back to their cells. This prison was as sadistic as can be. And nobody could prepare themselves for this. When it fell silent he just waited for the next hurtfull task. So far all the females had been given a task. He wondered what his next task would be. He rubbed Megara's back in a comforting matter.

He smiled, satisfied at the pain and suffering he was causing. He could see tears in several people's eyes, and the blonde's screaming made him grin from ear to ear. He hadn't had so much fun since the last bunch of prisoners.
"T19118," he announced. "That gun in the corner holds one single bullet. It's upto you who you use it on and where. But I warn you, miss with this one shot, and your precious partner is dead. Oh, and, you can't pick yourself." The choice was one of the funniest things. It caused mental harm and torture, having to pick one to hurt. It was also interesting to see who he'd pick and where. Shooting the foot might well result in someone loosing a toe or two, but it seemed from his experience that most people thought it the safest place.

[OOC: Anyone who just read the last post, ignore the prisoner number. I am changing that. I was in the wrong mindset, forgetting it was the guys' turn. So sorry about that, I am editing it as you read this! >.<]

The screaming and the torture and the blood was more than Dimitri could take. Tears welled in his eyes, and he was glad he faced the wall so no one could see. Chel probably could, but he didn't care much in any case. He just wanted it all to stop.
When he heard his prisoner number again he was too scared to even lift his head and look around the room, but at the mention of his partner he got up, shaking and more or less dead inside at this moment. He walked over to the gun as he contemplated who to shoot. It couldn't be any of the girls. The naked one and the blonde had already suffered enough, and he just couldn't make himself harm Chel anymore. He just couldn't.
He took the gun in his hand looking up at the two other men, concidering who would be the better choice. There was no good choice... It felt so weird, holding a gun. He'd never held one before, and with his shaking he was so scared that he would miss.
"I'm so sorry," he said as his eyes locked with the blonde male's, tears streaming down Dimitri's face. He seemed strong enough to take it. There was no excuse for this, but he had to choose someone, and no matter who he'd cause suffering and pain. It wasn't a choice he made lightly.
He stepped a bit closer to him, scared that he would miss. He couldn't miss. He just hoped the blonde wouldn't step away from him.

Odette was sitting weakly on the floor with Cale next to her. Her back hurt like never before.
Suddenly she felt Cale tense up. She turned her head to see what was going on. She noticed that one of the other men was pointing a gun in their direction.
"Please... Don't shoot," she pleaded with a weak voice and tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't stand anyone having to go through more pain. Was there no end to this?
She had been in too much pain to pay attention to the speakers, so she was unaware that Dimitri wouldn't have to kill one of them.

Cale was too busy worrying about Odette to pay attention to what came over the speakers next, the only thing that made him aware of what was going on were the words, I'm so sorry, which made him turn to see the former brunette man standing in front of him, a gun pointed in his direction.

'What the hell?!' he said through gritted teeth when he realised what was going on. Cale stared warily at the man, he could shoot him at any moment after all, not that he knew if he was a good shot or not, but at this close range.. He definitely didn't want to get shot to save a strangers life, if it was Odette then he would, but he had no idea what that girl had done to get herself in here and he wasn't about to risk his life for her.
'Are you really going to shoot me in front of her?' he said, nodding towards Odette who had begged him not to do it, 'after what I did to help you earlier?'

"I'm sorry," he repeated. "I have to."
It was hard hearing them speak like that, as if he was some monster. He didn't want this, but it was better to shoot someone than to let someone die right? For a long moment he just stared at the other man, his gun raised with a shaking hand. For a long moment he just stood there, staring at the man, unable to do as he was bid for a few seconds.
"Leg or arm?" he asked, giving the choice to the blonde man. He was the one who was going to be unable to use one of them for a while, he ought to have the priviledge of choosing.

[ OOC: I'm almost tempted to have him hide behind Odette right now But he's a man and he can take it >.> <.< ]

'Thanks a lot for the choice, I guess none of the above isn't an option?' he said sarcastically before turning to Odette for a moment, 'it's going to be ok, I'll still be right here when it's over,' he said with a small smile, but by the way the guy was shaking Cale wouldn't bet on his aim being perfect.
He turned back and walked closer to him until he was able to reach out and hold the barrel of the gun, moving it towards his right shoulder until it was pressed against his skin, 'don't miss ok?' he said with a nervous grin, trying as best he could to hide how scared he was, 'I'd hate for you getting all worked up over this to be a waste of time for your partner.'

He tried nodding, but at his current state it only came out as an awkward twitch of his head, as he stared at his shoulder, where he had pointed the gun. Now that it was pressed against his skin it was easier to hold the gun still, and impossible to miss. But wouldn't it hurt more? With burn marks or something? He didn't know, he knew nothing of guns, but it seemed logical to him. But then again, maybe it didn't work like that.
He tried pulling the trigger, but his finger had gone stiff and it took him a while to pull it back far enough. When it finally fired he wasn't prepared for it and tumbled backwards, almost losing his balance.
The amount of blood surprised him and his eyes grew wide as the man just kept bleeding. He needed a bandage desperatly before he bled out! He looked around but couldn't find anything before he remembered that the older man had tore off a part of his jumpsuit earlier. He did the same with his and went back to the man, dropping the gun to the floor.
"This is going to hurt," he said as he took the man's arm in his hands and held out the bandage to wrap it around. It looked like the bullet had gone straight through, which was good. Now he didn't have to get it out before bandaging the wound.

Cale was caught off guard by the sudden force of the gun going off and he was thrown back down against the floor, a gaping wound in his shoulder. It was only until the initial shock of the blast had worn off that he started to feel the pain, it was like nothing he'd ever experienced before and he hoped he never would again. He didn't want to scream so instead he tried breathing through the pain. Slow, deep breaths. But it wasn't exactly helping dull it in any way.

He was surprised when the man came back to help him, bandaging his wound to try and stop the bleeding. Cale groaned as he held his arm, watching the man as he worked.
'Thank you..' he said eventually, his breathing ragged as he looked down at his shoulder, 'I'll have to repay you someday when that psycho makes me do something to you,' he joked, trying to laugh away the pain.

He worked, a bit frightened to look him in the eyes, so he kept his gaze on the wound though the blood sickened him. When he was done he sat back hoping the bandage would hold, already seeing how the blood soaked through the fabric.
He frowned at the joke, though he knew he was only joking. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that," he muttered. He hoped the guy wouldn't have anything against him now, even though he had put him through so much. It wasn't his fault right? Right?
"Look, I'm sorry.." he said quietly and kept his gaze down. "About the gun and the frog and.. I havn't made it easy on you in here.. but I don't mean to make it hard."