Maybe he should have known better. Altair was never the one to give up easy. It didn't really surprise him as he found himself bound and gagged on the floor.
“Beautiful isn't it? I learned it when I traveled through Asia.”
A boot tipped into his ribs and Malik rolled to the side. One long rope had been tied and knot around him in multiply places so in the end the rope looked like a complicated pattern on his body. His arm was behind his back but his hand lay upon the small of his back. It crossed on various places upon his chest and stomach and went between his legs back to his bound arm and spine. Altair had undressed him but at the amount of rope he had used on him Malik didn't feel naked. He felt more like a good tied-up package and very secure.
Altair knelt down and used his hands to roll him onto his back. He starred down at Malik while one finger followed the criss-crossing rope. Malik bit down onto his gag as a shiver went up his spine. Saliva dripped down his chin and onto his chest. Altair digged one finger in it and smeared it onto his skin.
“Beautiful”, he repeated and kissed Malik on the top of his head.
He leaned back and shifted his weight upon his lap and showed Malik the knife again that he was holding. He brought the fingers of his left hand to his chin and tipped them upon it, his gaze focusing on the ceiling.
“I still want to know, Malik. I want to know what cracked you.” He returned his eyes onto him and brought his right hand down. The blade cut deep into the skin upon his ribs, deep enough now to leave an ugly scar, maybe deep enough for Altair to stitch later and Malik suddenly was very glad for the gag as hot pain exploded in his right side. He closed his eyes in agony and tried to pull away but couldn't. Before he could recover Altair cut him again at the exact same spot he did before. The blade slid through his already bleeding skin and went deeper as before. This was new, something he hadn't felt before and damn it, it hurt. Altair stopped and looked down at Malik, a cruel smile upon his lips. His hand moved again and the knife attacked him for a third time, again cutting through the already existing wound.
Malik's breathing was hard as the pain invaded every part of his body. Altair leaned down to him and brought his lips right next to his ear so the they would brush his skin.
“Safety and peace, Malik?”, he asked him and Malik shook his head. No. This wasn't all he could take. He was far away from his limits and he needed to show that to Altair.
Altair leaned back again. “Very well”, he told him and he pressed his left hand against his ribcage before he brought his right one down again. “Watch me”, Altair told him and Malik's eyes fluttered open to follow the blade of the knife. He watched how the tips of it slid into his body right underneath his ribs. A scream broke loose that muffled by the gag as Altair stabbed him with the first inch of the sharp blade of his throwing knife.
“As an assassin I know the human anatomy very well”, Altair purred. “I know where to stab someone for them to die or where to stab to inflict pain. And this”, he twisted the blade and Malik thought he would pass out, “must hurt like hell.”
All he could do was lay there, gasping, sweating and panting as Altair finally withdraw the blade and a flow of blood found its way over his skin to the ground.
Re: FILL: Trust 7d/?
Maybe he should have known better. Altair was never the one to give up easy. It didn't really surprise him as he found himself bound and gagged on the floor.
“Beautiful isn't it? I learned it when I traveled through Asia.”
A boot tipped into his ribs and Malik rolled to the side. One long rope had been tied and knot around him in multiply places so in the end the rope looked like a complicated pattern on his body. His arm was behind his back but his hand lay upon the small of his back. It crossed on various places upon his chest and stomach and went between his legs back to his bound arm and spine. Altair had undressed him but at the amount of rope he had used on him Malik didn't feel naked. He felt more like a good tied-up package and very secure.
Altair knelt down and used his hands to roll him onto his back. He starred down at Malik while one finger followed the criss-crossing rope. Malik bit down onto his gag as a shiver went up his spine. Saliva dripped down his chin and onto his chest. Altair digged one finger in it and smeared it onto his skin.
“Beautiful”, he repeated and kissed Malik on the top of his head.
He leaned back and shifted his weight upon his lap and showed Malik the knife again that he was holding. He brought the fingers of his left hand to his chin and tipped them upon it, his gaze focusing on the ceiling.
“I still want to know, Malik. I want to know what cracked you.” He returned his eyes onto him and brought his right hand down. The blade cut deep into the skin upon his ribs, deep enough now to leave an ugly scar, maybe deep enough for Altair to stitch later and Malik suddenly was very glad for the gag as hot pain exploded in his right side. He closed his eyes in agony and tried to pull away but couldn't. Before he could recover Altair cut him again at the exact same spot he did before. The blade slid through his already bleeding skin and went deeper as before. This was new, something he hadn't felt before and damn it, it hurt. Altair stopped and looked down at Malik, a cruel smile upon his lips. His hand moved again and the knife attacked him for a third time, again cutting through the already existing wound.
Malik's breathing was hard as the pain invaded every part of his body. Altair leaned down to him and brought his lips right next to his ear so the they would brush his skin.
“Safety and peace, Malik?”, he asked him and Malik shook his head. No. This wasn't all he could take. He was far away from his limits and he needed to show that to Altair.
Altair leaned back again. “Very well”, he told him and he pressed his left hand against his ribcage before he brought his right one down again. “Watch me”, Altair told him and Malik's eyes fluttered open to follow the blade of the knife. He watched how the tips of it slid into his body right underneath his ribs. A scream broke loose that muffled by the gag as Altair stabbed him with the first inch of the sharp blade of his throwing knife.
“As an assassin I know the human anatomy very well”, Altair purred. “I know where to stab someone for them to die or where to stab to inflict pain. And this”, he twisted the blade and Malik thought he would pass out, “must hurt like hell.”
All he could do was lay there, gasping, sweating and panting as Altair finally withdraw the blade and a flow of blood found its way over his skin to the ground.