Death Death Torture

The mimic grinned softly, the absence of talking, the.. acceptance of his fate. This caused the mimic to laugh sadistically. His magic lifted up the boy, twirling him around, encasing him in water, in holy magic. A coccon filled with water, slowly choking him.

"How long.. do you humans need to breath.." He murmured softly, choking them in the air, the water vanished as soon as the boy lost conciousness, gasping for air. Healing magic envoloped the boy, allowing him to breathe easily once again, before the water rose to claim him once more.

This cruel cycle extended for days, for years. At least that's what it seemed to the boy the mimic was torturing. The breathing periods were coupled with cutting with maiming, so it wasn't water as much as it was blood he was choking on.

"Bored now..." He said softly, cutting the boy, water covering to claim him. The last drowning, the boy struggled. Struggled. Then a sword bursted through his gut, burning him with holy magic, making him unidentifiable. "Picked wrong.. No arms trumps two." He said as the boy lost his grip on his life.

The boy was then tossed away, like  a ragdoll, to fall deep into the ocean. "Enjoyed.. toying with you.."
(Shadow Safael Ferrau)