Tw: Torture, blood, threats
"The only thing you're going to get is a mace to your teeth." Janus growled, spitting the blood that had gathered in his mouth at Malice's shoes.

He just smirked cruelly, twirling the now blood covered knife between his fingers, "oh, Janie... that's not very classy of you," he tutted as he took a step forward.

Deceit glared at him, ignoring the fact that one of his eyes had swollen shut almost completely.
"You're right," he said, "a sword up your ass would work much better." And this time when he spat he aimed for the face.

Malice grin morphed into anger as he dried the spit of his face and quickly stalked over to the trapped side.

He put the blade under his neck and forcefully made him look up at him, "Listen here you little shit. You're in no position to insult me, you're lucky enough I haven't killed you yet. So you better shut up before I decide I want to put one of you little friends through what you're experiencing." He brought the blade up Janus cheek, applying just enough pressure to cut through the scales.

The snake side whimpered, but not once dropped his eyes, keeping eye contact. For a second he considered the idea of spitting again; maybe this time he would be able to hit him in the eye; maybe this time he would manage to spill a little venom into his saliva, just to fuck with him.

Before he could do anything though, Malice moved away, turning around gracefully almost as if he was dancing, blowing away a strand of red hair that had fallen into his face with a huff.

"You know," he started monologuing again, making Janus roll his one good eye, "Oh come on, don't act like that, you should be thankful I am talking and not having fun with you again!" He laughed, and if the side were in any other position he would have said that hearing him talk was probably worse than being tortured. But he stayed silent.

"As I was saying, I don't know what makes you have so much faith in those little friends of yours. Who tells you they're going to come for you? After all, Virgil left and the light side never really liked us, so why bother?" He stopped talking, putting a hand on his side and bringing the bloody knife to his chin thinking.
Janus scowled tugging at the restrains that bounded him to the chair before slouching on it, his body hurting too much.

Malice just ignored him, "Yeah, maybe I could see Remus coming to the rescue, but even he would realize how advantageous it would be for him to not have you around. I mean, at that point there wouldn't be anyone to tell him what and what not to do, he'd be completely free."
A noise right outside the door, made the torturer stop dead in his tracks as the both of them turned toward the entrance, one wide eyed and the other with a surprised smirk, as hushed whispers approached.

"Huh, guess I was wrong, mh, Snakey?" He chuckled before snapping and making a gag appear in Janus mouth.

The side started to struggle and scream trying to free himself despite the pain and the exhaustion but to no avail.

Just before the the door opened Malice snapped transforming into a perfect copy of him, tied to a chair and bloody. That was the last thing he saw before a large screen came down, hiding him from view, taking away his only chance at being rescued.

He heard the door open, and then someone scream.

"Janus?!"

Hey! ali6e asked that I convey to you all that the screen thing is like a mirror in those magic tricks with the disappearing rabbit. It basically just means that he can't be seen by the others.

Also:

TypicallyUntypical Was nominated. You'll do great!