Not sure what it says about me but sometimes I imagine being strapped down to a dental chair so I can't get away when my captor pulls one or two of my molars out with no numbing and no anesthesia. I feel every ounce of pain as they collect their little keepsakes. Then they hush me and pet me saying it'll all be okay as long as I'm a good boy 💞
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Tooth extractions. Traité complet de l'anatomie de l'homme: comprenant la médicine opératoire. vol. VI. 1839.
Heidelberg University
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The tooth made a small sound as it dropped into the surgical steel dish; wet and glass like as it joined it's companion. Cabal's gaze remained impassive --this vivisection no different than any other.
He continues with steady hands; one after another.
"I wonder, will you be able to feel these later, or will I simply possess a jar of sand?"
{traumatic flashback tiem}
There was no real need for physical restraints--the nightmare couldn't get up from the table any more than it could close its mouths or set a necromancer on fire with its mind--but Cabal was nothing if not thorough. If the magic failed (which it wouldn't), the other restraints would buy him time.
The Corinthian was not thinking about any of this. The Corinthian couldn't think: not past the agony of the pliers in his mouth, the sensation of having teeth--his weapons, his purpose--removed unlike anything he'd ever experienced. It was a different kind of pain than most: it was essence-deep, like Cabal was reaching into him and spearing whatever a nightmare might have instead of a soul, taking pieces of it for himself.
He'd lost the ability to form coherent sentences after only the fourth tooth. After about the ninth, he'd stopped making noise entirely, save for the occasional piercing, static-high whine of despair and pain when he felt another tooth come loose. Over and over the same thought came, helplessly afraid: let it be only the one eye.
Let it be only the one. Let it be only the one--
--...
The second Corinthian came back to himself shouting, thrashing against restraints that weren't there, eyes searing from pain he'd never felt--he was on the table, could hear the clink of sharp teeth dropping into a metal dish--none of this had happened to him and yet and yet and yet--
Nothing was holding him. His knives were in his hands: he was in the Dreaming, and although he had not truly been asleep it was still a kind of dream he'd been in. Not real. Not something that had happened to him, anyway.
He still checked his eyes in the mirror, just to be sure.
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[ @throughxthexmist || Continued From Here || Tino ]
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“You know, I truly do deplore violence against my own.”
Which was a lie, but he wanted to prove a point. He’d been the one to remove Vynny’s lungs because he was tired of him talking, and he wasn’t particularly kind to Varjo and Mags, either. But that didn’t matter.
What mattered right now was that Tino needed to be punished.
“However, I believe that lying is against the Ten Commandments, now, isn’t it? I thought you said that you didn’t know where Varjo has been hiding from me.”
The fang remained in the pliers for a few moments, and he inspected it with a careful eye, like a jeweler scrutinizing a diamond. Finally dropping it into his palm, he turned once more to look at him, eyebrow raised.
“Now, unless you want me to even it out, I would start talking. If you don’t tell me where that little guinea pig is hiding, then I’ll just have to keep pulling.”
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Recently liberated Pisky-Rad'kivs'ki, Kharkiv region. Ukrainian forces found evidence of a "torture chamber" including a bucket of dental implants, Ukraine, 2022. Source: OSINTtechnical
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I am super happy that by the end of this month I will finally (finally!!!!) get braces and start the process of straightening my teeth
But I am not at all thrilled that the process has to begin with me getting a few teeth extracted
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favorite torture method has gotta be toothpaste under the eyes
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