BURN
BRIGHT
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Ninazu’s gaze slides over to Stryker again, a lopsided smirk on her muzzle. “Breaking his jaw would be more effective than killing him. Once this body dies, he’ll find another one quickly,” she says, surgically. As though reading off an anatomy textbook, rather than best strategies on dealing with Caesar. “Of course, he would enjoy that.”
She imagines reaching over and smacking his jaw; how would the crack sound? If she held him down, could she break his jaw in multiple places? Knock out his teeth, keep them as a trophy in a jar? Would he still try to talk? How funny would it be seeing his stupid tongue flailing around while nothing but incoherent sounds came out?
Ninazu blinks, and the sounds and images fade out. Her upper lip curls in distaste at Caesar, attention slipping away from his face to the burn mark. She’ll watch the flesh blister over the next few weeks. Knowing Caesar, he wouldn’t give enough of a shit to take care of it—how long would it take him to burst the blister, opening the wound to infection? She’s tempted to start a betting pool, but Ninazu doubts anyone else would be interested.
“What do you think, Caesar? Broken jaw—perhaps in multiple places—you get your pain kick, we get silence,” she suggests, a touch of mercy in her voice. Or is it simply curiosity?
She imagines reaching over and smacking his jaw; how would the crack sound? If she held him down, could she break his jaw in multiple places? Knock out his teeth, keep them as a trophy in a jar? Would he still try to talk? How funny would it be seeing his stupid tongue flailing around while nothing but incoherent sounds came out?
Ninazu blinks, and the sounds and images fade out. Her upper lip curls in distaste at Caesar, attention slipping away from his face to the burn mark. She’ll watch the flesh blister over the next few weeks. Knowing Caesar, he wouldn’t give enough of a shit to take care of it—how long would it take him to burst the blister, opening the wound to infection? She’s tempted to start a betting pool, but Ninazu doubts anyone else would be interested.
“What do you think, Caesar? Broken jaw—perhaps in multiple places—you get your pain kick, we get silence,” she suggests, a touch of mercy in her voice. Or is it simply curiosity?
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