This is the part where you break.

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Characters: Larxene and Laharl
Content: Larxene takes time to finish what she's started.
Setting: Unknown
Time: Sometime after her previous thread with Valerie.
Warnings: Torture, mental anguish, and physical torture.

The dusks were responsible for so much, leaving everything out of Larxene's tender, loving hands. She didn't mind it either, because that left less for her to worry about, and less stress for her body to take. They were responsible for bringing Laharl in, administering the necessary drugs, and for binding and chaining the poor fool up.

Larxene, in the mean time, examined her stomach area, her cloak tossed onto the unmade bed beside it. Her shirt was pulled up, so she could see the expansive bruising and slight disfiguration. The pain she felt whenever she breathed was more than enough to let her know that her collision with the wall broke at least a rib, perhaps two or three. And the burns on her legs and back-- well, she would have rathered avoided talking about those at all.

She smiled, strained, and savage, as she lowered her shirt and reached for the cloak. Perhaps she didn't feel all too angry-- but she understood that her existence had been threatened, and the natural way of things was to, well, pay it back. She zipped the coat up.

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Laharl was not very happy at all to be woken up suddenly as he was dragged from the cell and brought once more to the lab room, and dumped on the floor. Great. Just... great.

He was unhappier still when he watched the creatures, loom over him with an injection. He felt a lot clearer in the head, so he had a good hunch what that nobody was coming at him with. He jerked, managing to raise an arm enough to knock the thing away. In his moment of shock discovering he had a bit of control over his movement again, he was quickly jumped by the dusks, pushing him onto his stomach and bending his arms behind his back.

He groaned uncomfortably as his wounds cried out in pain, but couldn't mount enough of a struggle. He soon had his arms folded and bound tightly behind him, leaving the dusks to easily stab the needle into his arm, before they left him laying there on the floor cursing to himself as the drug slowly took effect.

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And with that, Larxene deemed herself ready to play another round. She couldn't afford to play so hard with her other experiments (she could only focus for so long before her body tired out and she collapsed for a few hours. Ah, the recovery procress). Laharl was just oh-so-lucky and worth it, however. She appeared in the room.

Larxene was not a tall person, she was in no way intimidating when one bothered to look at her-- but she towered over Laharl. And she laughed. "Ahh, Laharl! What are you doing down there, hmm? Finally on the level you deserve?" She ended the statement with a giggle.

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Larxene raised an eyebrow, her face looking scarily neutral at his request. She took a step, so that she was close to him, and smiled. "Aww, poor Laharl forgets who's in charge!"

With that last word, she kicked him, hard, aiming for the gut to wind him. She giggled, and waited to see if he'd open his mouth again with another comment like that.

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She laughed, and for good measure, kicked him again. She had to get it into his head that he wasn't the one pulling the strings here. It seemed as thoug he'd forgot. Couldn't have that, could she?

She lifted her foot and stepped on his bad shoulder, putting pressure on the wound. "You were saying? Hmm?"

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Larxene gave him a disgusted laugh before she moved her foot. She loved the pain he'd shown, and she knew she had a way of keeping him in line. A smile spread across her face. "Hmm, so the exuberant Laharl-sama finds himself here, again. Fitting, really," she said as she circled around him.

She contained her pain well. "You deserve to eat the dust on the floor, don't you? Hee, that's where failures belong."

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"Aww, denial is such a wonderful state to be in, hmm?" She giggled, continuing to circle him. Her eyes searching his. "You were a failure the moment you were conceived. You're a selfish, spoiled, ungrateful son. To both of your parents, hmm?"

She stopped and moved to kick him again. "Your father dies protecting your ungrateful self and your beloved Netherworld, so it's still there when you wake up... And all you care about is, oh my, being Overlord."

She giggled at him.

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"You know the difference now." Her eyes searched him, before she prodded him, to where he was laying on his back again. It was much more convenient for her that way versus the other way. "And you've done nothing to amend it." She giggled again, placing a hand to her chin.

"My, your parents were so unlucky to have a brat like you. Your mother really wasted her time with that ultimate sacrifice. You'd be better off dead, and then maybe they could have had a kinder, thankful son... or even a daughter." She laughed at the idea that produced. Laharl in a dress.

Hah!

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"Oh, so it's about what Laharl wants. Hee, her worry for you means nothing. Oh, you're so selfish!" She giggled and again pressed her foot to his injured shoulder. "It's music to my ears!"

She couldn't believe that he had so much she could use against him, and how easily he was goaded. He considered himself a villian? Nothing less than the best? Hah. If he wasn't powerful, he'd be a nothing. Oh, the power was what made him truly, terribly, frightening. Not that stupid laugh or his challenging words.

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Larxene laughed and pulled her foot away, continuing to circle around him. "You're a failure as a son. Trust me, I've got an objective point of view on that. You couldn't be a worse son if you actually tried." Her giggles seemed to carry around the room, but she didn't mind.

It made her more intimidating. "You won't be a better overlord, Laharl. Trust me on that," she added, a sweet smile on her face.

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"How?" she taunted. "You have no clue, do you?" She sighed, her lips curling into a nasty smile, as she nudged his head with her foot. "Hee, just try harder at disrespecting your mother's will. Or making a mockery of your father." She giggled.

"Besides, it'll be because of you when they target your friends... Etna... Flonne." She giggled and again pressed her foot to his shoulder, digging the heel in. It was a grandoise way to make an... important statement.

And it was amusing to hear his screams.

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"Well, hmm?" she asked. "You don't care, I'm sure, that your loud mouth makes people want to pick on your.." She paused and smirked. "Vassals. Those people oh-so-necessary to... Mmm, run a kingdom." She giggled. "But who cares? The mighty Laharl's there, in all his undeserving glory."

She turned away from him, and hopped onto the table he'd sat on the last time they'd been in that room. "I'd be ashamed of you if I were your mother, Laharl." She giggled. "Because even I have respect for my parents."

But in a limited, lost sort of way.

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"Maybe you what, Laharl?" Larxene asked with a giggle, looking down at him. "Maybe your awesome power will one day be good enough to make yourself a success, but it'll never make you anything more than a failure as a son. Every word you say puts your friends in danger." She giggled again, and swung her feet from the table, like a child.

"You don't have a convenient excuse for that, do you?"

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"I don't care for them... But the more enemies you make, Laharl... The more it just might end up hurting them in the end." She giggled. "Oh, but to know you is a regret anyway. Even your beloved Etna leaves you. What sort of failure is that?"

She hopped up from the table, to circle him one more time, even as he was responding to her question.

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"But she leaves, doesn't she?" She smiled, her voice taking on a saccharine note as she searched his face for hints of regret, of anguish. To know if she was getting through at all. She knew she was, to some extent anyway. "Your 'awesome power' policy isn't working, is it?" She smirked.

"You may be more powerful than your father-- yet you can't even begin to comprehend why he was greater than you. You're a failure to him." She stooped down to stroke his hair. "You're a failure to your mother. Not worth her sacrifice."

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It was then that Larxene's hands wrapped around his throat and lifted him up. She just loved to see him squirm. It made her damned day! She laughed at him, at his situation, and perhaps at the thought that she was getting some revenge (a lot of revenge) from this. His helplessness was what made it all possible, really.

"You're a failure, Laharl, even as an overlord, even with you're power, because I still won!" She said, sparks flying around her, as electricity flowed through her, and directing into him. Kilowatt after piercing kilowatt.

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She laughed and tossed him aside, ignoring the sound of his body hitting the floor. "Have fun, Laharl," she practically sang as she walked away from his crumpled, smoking body. She giggled, glancing over her shoulder at him. "My little failure." She smiled and turned away at that.

There was nothing that could quite describe the almost feeling that she was having. Except that she wanted to do more. With the others. Which was... A good thing. Because there was a long line of people waiting on her as it was, wasn't there?

Another giggle. Oh, Marluxia so owed her for this. And then she portaled away from Laharl.