How dare you - - [Isaac growls menacingly, meaning to give the tie a punishing tug to assert his dominance. But he doesn't finish, nor does he manage so much as a twitch of a finger before an inexplicable agony surges through him like a powerful jolt of electricity.
If there was something he knew well, it was physical pain – not only inflicting it upon others, of course, but welcoming it himself, his most intense experience being when he had lain on a stone slab in the castle’s cellar and surrendered himself to the steady hand of the artist gouging patterns into his skin and rubbing the ink in, line by line, curve by curve. In a moment of lucid thought while his mind steadily spiraled into some feverish, half-crazed state, he remembered thinking that he felt relieved, lighter, even cleansed... like a man whom had paid all his debts.
But there is nothing about this he can appreciate in this instant. If this pain had a colour, it would have been white, a bright, blinding white flashing behind his eyes. Gasping, he releases Julian and buckles, shaking uncontrollably.]
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If there was something he knew well, it was physical pain – not only inflicting it upon others, of course, but welcoming it himself, his most intense experience being when he had lain on a stone slab in the castle’s cellar and surrendered himself to the steady hand of the artist gouging patterns into his skin and rubbing the ink in, line by line, curve by curve. In a moment of lucid thought while his mind steadily spiraled into some feverish, half-crazed state, he remembered thinking that he felt relieved, lighter, even cleansed... like a man whom had paid all his debts.
But there is nothing about this he can appreciate in this instant. If this pain had a colour, it would have been white, a bright, blinding white flashing behind his eyes. Gasping, he releases Julian and buckles, shaking uncontrollably.]