Barker extreme

Khaat could be strong under a lot of conditions, but repeated stabbings? That was a bit much. She tried to minimize any sound she made as much as she had any control over. She was not planning on giving him any satisfacttion. Not if she could help it.

She took a moment to catch her breath. "I really don't need to hear about your bedroom escapades with a child. Although I must say, I didn't think you could manage it. Now, really, what would be the fun in reducing her to the level of the Longbottoms? I doubt she would be any fun at all then.

"As far as you go, you forget I'm a seer. Do you think I have not seen where you will go?" she asked. He evidently had no clue that she did have the ability to see glimpses of things to come. She had indeed seen a very brief glimpse of him behind bars, and that in itself was very self satisfying. "How else do you think I know how to fashion your upcoming accomodations? You didn't do enough homework, did you? My mother is a seer and so am I. And I do have the power to never let you see daylight ever again. Nothing would please me more. You seem to have missed the news lately. With my father as minister, and my husband as the new warden, and my sister in law as the chief auror, I am so very glad I am not in your shoes.

"You don't know what its like to have family to give a damn about you, do you? You have no idea what you have unleashed upon yourself, do you? You poor, pitiful, stupid man."

Felix watched with satisfaction as she tried to minimize the amount of noise she made as he stabbed her. Felix suddenly smiled widely moving in closer to Khaat. "She isn't a child any longer Kitty Khaat." He said emphasizing the word Kitty. He had it planned out that he would call her Kitty Khaat, and at the same time hurt her in some way, so that the word Kitty would end up driving her over the edge in case she DID manage to escape again. She would forever be afraid of the word Kitty. "She's actually a sixth year, and a Slytherin... and a greyback in case you didn't realize." he said lightly, grabbing a fistful of her hair as he moved the knife up to gently slice across her cheek. "Remember Greyback? I would hope that you would.." He said lightly and scratched her other cheek with the knife, his fingers pulling hard on her hair.

"She will be a lot of fun when she's the level of a Longbottom, because then there won't be anything to keep me from seeing the fear in her eyes, every time I walk down that hall, maybe one day you can join her in that state of mind, and I'll be able to see YOUR pain too. Every day as I walk down the hall to have my fill of both of you, and no one will be able to find you little heros." He growled and ran his lips along the cuts on her face, staining his lips red with her blood.

"A seer eh?" He asked letting go of her hair roughly, and moving away from her, grabbing a cloth off of a rolling chair and wiping his hands off, before running the blade between his lips, tasting the fresh blood. "It's good to know that you care about me so much so as to get my hands upon your family.." He said with a laugh, letting the knife fall onto a small table, as he pulled out what looked like a metal stake, it was a long metal rod, with a sharp point at the end, deadly looking, with a serrated edge. "Actually I didn't... my father abused me as a child, and my mom left me here in Britian while she took my sister and ran off to America." He said as he moved closer to her with the jagged rod. "I am not stupid, in fact, I've never been more clever." He said lightly, as he moved to her, and moved so that he could find a new section of body that had nerves running through it. He decided on her arm, and he gently placed the rod over the edge of the bone there with the rod.

"You know, there are so many spots on the body that aren't lethal to hit.."He said lightly, gently rubbing the serrated edge over the jutted out bone. It started to bleed lightly, and he stared at it with an odd look of fascination. "And yet.. it hurts so badly." He said, and gently pushed the sharpened tip against her arm, pushing it in under her skin, which was slightly loose here because she had lost so much weight so quickly. "This I've heard, causes a lot of pain, if I hit it right..." He pushed it in deeper. "There." He whispered moving closer to her.

She was concentrating so hard on not crying out no matter what he did to her that when he stabbled her this time in a series of nerves and pressure points, it was too much. Her vision swirled to black, and she felt herself going limp.

As a healer, she knew very well the spot he had chosen was one that was sensitive to pain. She also knew she was bleeding quite freely now in a number of places. Things faded away almost completely for a moment. If she were lucky, he would mess around enough that he wounded her until traumatic shock killed her, or until she bled out. And at this point, it might well be either one. And she really was fine with dying. She knew where she had gone wrong with him the last time, and she wasn't going to do it again.

"Ah, yes. Greyback. I have one of those working for me, I believe," she managed to utter faintly. "I hadn't realized that perhaps she was related to one of my employees. Well, maybe they won't care about what you're doing to her. Why didn't you at least pick a pretty baby if you were going to steal a child? You certainly didn't think very much there, did you? Why just pick any common garden rat? Except that she was obviously easy pickings for you."

Felix watched her go limp, and smiled lightly, before waving his wand and watched the wounds heal over to the point where it was mostly very itchy, it was a very weak episkey charm, but it did the trick he needed, it healed her up so that it stopped bleeding, and caused a rough, hard scab to form over her wounds. He ran his wand over her stomach, and then smiled at her. "Naomi isn't my first choice." He lied through his teeth, changing out his wand for his knife, as he gently cut at the fabric along her stomach and abdomen. "But she was there when I realized I was being chased.. so I grabbed her for safety.. lucky me she was easy to take advantage of." He said lightly, pushing the dagger gently against her skin, barely cutting it, but cutting it all the same.

"Besides, it's entertaining for me.. I wouldn't want to do you, you're old." He growled, and moved to her feet, gently removing first one stiletto then the other. He ran the knife over her foot, and gently pressed against them, watching the sharp blade sink into her skin as though it were simply cutting butter. Once he hit a point he couldn't go past, he moved to her other foot, and gave her an identical mark on her foot. "That should hurt for a while." He said lightly, going to her face again. He moved over her so that he could see right into her eyes, and then kissed the cuts on her cheeks lightly. "And way to skinny for my taste, I might break you..." He said with a grin, as he moved away from her. "Now... why don't you tell me all about what you see in my future.." He said lazily, going to her legs, and cutting along the edge of her calves absentmindedly, as though barely aware of what his knife was doing.

Khaat was quickly becoming Barker's anatomy experiment. She almost laughed when he used the episkey to try to heal the pressure point wound. The only thing that would serve would be to keep her from bleeding out in minutes. But with his attempts to fillet her like a fish, she would no doubt bleed out all the same.

She had jumped slightly when he had cut the bottoms of her feet. That would make escape attempts useless. She would lead a trail so clearly that she might as well have pointed a neon sign towards herself pointing the way. No, it was over.

"That's alright," Khaat said, "You couldn't keep up with me anyway. You have no idea how to handle a real woman. And besides, I need someone sophisticated. Sorry, you're just not my type."

She felt herself beginning to chill. Barker had continued to the point where traumatic shock was beginning to set in. And that really could be deadly. Unless he had some potion or healing skills to deter that, she would die. And it would not be all that far away.

She said nothing now. She was concentrating on not letting her mind wander. Shock could make the brain fuzzy. She felt the cold sweating begin. Her breathing was becoming increasinly shallow. If Barker didn't want her to die this early, he was going to have to change tactics. Actually put a stop to the damage he was causing and do something about it.

Felix suddenly realized that he had gone to far, and now it was time to break out some of the potions he had stolen from a neat little joint in Knockturn Alley. It was odd that they would be THERE, but really, where else would you find potions strong enough to heal torture wounds? Going to a cabinent that looked like it would have just normal medical stuff that Khaat's office would hold, he opened it to show shelf upon shelf of little glass jars. Some of them were a purple color, some clear, some with labels, some without. He looked over the contents of the shelves, before pulling a jar out. "Ahh... see I've recognized the state of shock you are now in, and I've prevented this Kitty." He said lightly, going to her and pulling the cork out of the bottle.

"Kitty, time for your medicine..." He said and then laughed, pouring some of the potion onto her wounds, watching as it sizzled and the wounds healed up from the inside out. Leaving a noticeable hole in her skin where the knife had penetrated. "Hmm.. odd effects." HE said lightly before pouring it on everything bad, except for her feet, which he left bleeding, and her face, which he made sure only to run his fingernails across every now and then as he worked on healing her up.

Felix continued to talk while he worked. "This perpetual movement between near death and life is going to work your brain up into a state, and drive itself mad from all of the pain, because no matter where you are in my presence, there will always be pain Kitty. Always. See, I've done more then I think you realize about this room. Because even as we speak, an invisible gas, which only affects females, is entering the room, you're inhaling it now, and it's odorless, tasteless, and invisible, but, it makes you fear the first man you see, when you wake up the next morning, isn't that great? You'll feel absolute fear of me!" HE said with glee, then grinned. The gas, was a lie, but there was nothing like a placebo, to unhinge the strongest of people.

Khaat was far too tired to fight him. She would deal with tomorrow morning tomorrow. That was fine by her. Her mind was still running, still realizing that to survive she had to continue her mental chess game with him. And she knew that was part of why he liked what he did.

"I trust you'll do as you like," she said quietly. She had honestly been disappointed that he had not simply allowed the shock to take her and let her die. She hadn't expected him to let her die, but it was her hope. She closed her eyes. She'd had enough.

Her survival depended on a lot of things. Things that she had learned sinc eher first encounter with him. He might have thought that he could simply repeat what he had done before and have it produce the same results, but Khaat was not the same. Her experiences with him had left her different, and good or bad, those differences might turn out to decide how any of this turned out--for either of them.

Felix watched as she slowly let her exhaustion take over, and her mind started to fade. It wasn't fair, but he had a lot of time to spend with her, it would come in due course, she wouldn't be fun until she was almost dead anyway, and that's when he would have the REAL fun. He grinned and pointed his wand at her. "As for my parting goodbye Kitty Khaat." He said softly, moving closer to her. He had his wand out now, and smiled, putting the edge of the wand to her arm, and grinning as he moved so he could see her arm better. Carefully, slowly, he carved a letter into her arm, as deep as he dared, he grinned and looked down at the bloody letter carved into her arm. F

"Oh, and just to cause a bit of extra pain tonight while you sleep." He said and went to his cabinet again. This time he pulled out a smaller bottle then before. "Drink up my lovely." he said and touched her jaw, before pulling it open hard, and pouring the contents of the liquid into her mouth. "Have fun with this little beauty.." he said lightly, letting her jaw close again. "That will make all of your joints ache, as though they are on fire, for 12 hours." He said with a smile. "Sleep well love." He said and pointed his wand at her again ."Stupify." He said lightly, as though merely talking to her again.

Khaat woke up with intense burning pain in places where she didn't feel pain was possible. Pain she didn't know she had. Burning beyond almost what she could conceive. She was a bloodstained mess. And all of it hers.

She had no idea how long she had slept, but with the potion in her system, there would be no more sleep now. Now was when she had to do her utmost to cope. It was not going to be easy. She concentrated on very controlled, even breathing. She knew what she had learned from her training. And she also knew what she had learned from the last time she had been in this position. She was not going to let misery rule her mind. She knew better than that. She refused to give into pointless screaming. It was what he had been waiting for.

Rather, she curled into her corner and laid back down on the floor. closing her eyes. She hadn't even bothered to look to see if Greyback was here. She had enough on her own plate without that. Besides, the child did not need to be any part of this. Basttard. he hadn't even returned her shoes. And she liked those shoes. She couldn't wear them anyway. Not now. But still, of all things, she wanted those black heels back. She had no earthly idea why, but it bugged her. She was also desperately thirsty, but she was refusing to go into the tiny bathroom to get any water. She wasn't going to put anything voluntarily into her mouth. She knew better. And Barker already knew she would not. They had been all around that the first time.

Felix stood at the door to the cell, fully rested and dressed today in a plain grey t-shirt and jeans, black tennis shoes finished off the outfit, and he felt incredibly comfortable. He had yet to bring Naomi into his room, and he missed her something dreadful, but now was not the time to worry about her. He set down a plate of food inside the door of the cell, and watched Khaat carefully. He had gone to get something for Naomi while she had been out cold, and now, well, he had a visitor that he thought Khaat may like to see. But for now, he would stay here until she woke, and saw him, and his placebo would go into effect. At least he hoped it would anyway. He had been working on things ever since he had gotten home, first to get his guest locked up, and then to make a new room, and there was an extra cage beside the one he already had. Two doors were now out into the hall, and the original cage had shrunk somewhat. The other cage was empty, and had a bathroom on the other side, similiar to the one they had on their side.

"Wake up Darlings, time to see you're favorite person." He said with a grin. "I brought you some food... you know how great the food is here Naomi don't you?" He asked, speaking as though he were speaking to a child. "I brought you a guest Khaat, so you better wake up soon... he's DYING to see you." he laughed heartily. "if you don't eat, I'll make you, and we don't want that.. so why don't you just do it willingly, because either way, you will eat.. why not spare yourself some more pain." he said with a smile, as he waited for the two to get up fully.