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Chapter 7: Unspeakables
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Day 4: The white moon is rising.
Rikku wearily strode up the stairs, out of the dungeon. While past screams silently echoed forever below, no such guilt weighed her conscience. She'd been grabbing short naps as the torture marathon wore on, so she was doing passably. She still had a final touch before whatever this magic thing was going to be about revealed itself. But before that, a short break.
Eighteen eyes gazed up at the rising white moon. What was the nature of this magic? What was it going to do? Questions bubbled, as the piece of rock in the sky above traveled from one unknown direction towards some other unknown destination.
Rikku stood up from the table, stretching. This kinda work took a toll on you, but having servants to wait on you hand and foot certainly helped, even if they were invisible. Auron had retired for the day, saying he wanted to be in top form when the time arose. Rikku had conceded the point. Even she was tactician enough to know that everyone was waiting.
Trooping back down to the second floor of the three-layer dungeon, the blonde heroine saw her victims where she'd last left them. Cid was still unconscious, but the drug should have mostly worn off by now. He needed to be awake for this. She crossed the floor, past Yuffie's bleeding body, forced to sit relatively upright through all of this by the wood horse, to a table of malicious instruments. Two candles - one yellow and one orange - her personal colours - had been left burning for some time, their light spreading over an assortment of nefarious instruments.
Calling mentally to her cadre of invisible servants, Rikku ordered Yuffie's descrated flesh moved from the sawhorse to a nearby table and tightly restrained. This next step would require precision. Following after her servants, carried a series of straps over to the table, grinning once again at the various wounds inflicted on the young ninja, laid flat on her back on the cold steel table. Not she could have felt the cold at the moment.
The hand and ankle cuffs were tight, but it was going to require a lot more than that. A series of ropes was wound around her torso. Rikku took extra care to line them up with the whip marks whenever possible. This probably still isn't going to be enough. She sighed out loud. "I guess we'll have to clamp the whole head or something. At least this place has our thoughts in mind. I'll have to attach the opener first."
This led our errant torturer to pick up the aforementioned mess of straps. They were black, and came to three separate ends at the same point, each ending in two tiny, delicate, curved prongs. Lifting Yuffie's head from the table, Rikku slid the mess underneath, bringing the straps up to cross her face, where they intersected at her victim's left eye. Rikku left the hooks lying idly on top of Yuffie's face, while she subsequently placed thick metal plates on each side of the head and clamped them together.
Having ensured there was no earthly way Yuffie's head could move the slightest fraction of a millimeter, Rikku slipped the hooks under Yuffie's eyelids, watching in delight as her eyes flew open in wakefulness, unable to move any part of her body, save perhaps her fingers and toes, voice muffled incomprehensibly with the gag. As she tightened the straps, forcing the left eye fully open, Yuffie's right grew to match it as questions and panic flew through her mind.
Rikku giggled again. "Oh, you'll find out soon enough." Wheeling the table beneath where Cid was manacled to the wall, she smacked her other captive roughly. "Wake uppppp! You're in the front row for this, Cid!" Cid sputtered to life, Yuffie plastered on a table perhaps three feet directly below him. "Ah, it seems we are ready to begin. "If you haven't noticed, Cid, I've taken the liberty of completely muffling you for this. I want to hear her screams." The duct tape encircling his mouth prevented a reply.
"And now, the show!" Twirling in the air, Rikku scampered back over to the table, procuring what seemed a minute pair of nail scissors. "I've made extra-sure they're sharp,Yuffie!" And as two watched in unavoidable horror, Rikku slowly cut out Yuffie's left eyelid. It took three snips and one little one at the end. Rikku took the minute remnant and dropped it into one of the candles, which burnt it to an even smaller pile of ash instanteously. A small pool of blood formed over her left eyeball as the walls bore witness to another series of wrenching, muffled screams.
"Ah-ah-ah! We can't have that!" Taking a small damp cloth, Rikku lovingly mopped up the blood from the cut. There wasn't much. Eyelids didn't bleed very long, especially given Yuffie's current orientation, though her blood pressure at the moment was surely pushing out more blood than one would expect for a normal cut. Rikku waited patiently, keeping Yuffie's left eye clear, waiting for the screams to subside. When they were finally reduced to soft, whimpering moans, she slipped out the gag.
"Ready to give up?" No reply. "Are you sure? There might be months more of this. Maybe I'll just kill Cid now. I know that's the only reason you're not giving in. It's touching, really. Almost. Well, I gave you your chance. I have more."
Rikku turned away, picking up the yellow candle that had now been burning for several hours. "Interested in some of this?" This time, she recieved a silent mumble in reply. "Please...no, please." "That's nice, but not what I need." Another mumble, less distinct than before. "What was that?" A pause. Rikku bent her ear down to Yuffie's mouth. "Mmm?"
"...bitch."
Rikku's face flashed ashen. Only for a second. Her composure was quickly regained. "All right, then." Without a moment's hesitation, Rikku let a fat drop of burning yellow wax fall directly onto Yuffie's left eyeball, obscuring the pupil with the boiling paraffin.
The brick walls cried. Cid thrashed violently against his restraints, unable to break free. Yuffie's screams, now unmuffled, veritably shook the room, bits of dust falling from the ceiling. Rikku was counting. "...27,28,29,30." With that, a drop of orange followed the yellow. And again. And again.
An hour had passed. The walls bore a new set of imprints. An observer would have noticed that Rikku's candles were back on the table. "Well, I've gotta be going. See you, you two." Rikku tromped up the stairs, apparently unfazed by her actions. Behind her, Cid had beaten himself into unconsciouness struggling to break free.
Horrifyingly, Yuffie's left eye socket had been completely filled with predominately yellow wax; a few swirls of orange had been added for contrast. Rikku's colours. Yuffie had also fallen unconscious, long ago. Withstanding that degree of pain would have required the divine powers she sought.
Had someone been able to look into her remaining eye, the fire would have scared devils.

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Note: Remember, Asians generally only have one eyelid, in contrast to Caucasians. Yuffie (last name Kisaragi, born in Wutai) would almost definitely be in that group.

Statistics: Troops/Kills

Dagger: 968/34

Etna: 946/47

Femme: 912/98

Maria: 958/74

Monica: 925/44

Nel: 974/60

Rikku: 830/350

Rinoa: 938/26

Yuffie: 636/206

Yuna: 956/18
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