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Duo led Heero down into the basement, where the newly renovated room awaited them. Quatre smiled from the doorway as they passed, and Trowa nodded, a malicious light in his emerald eyes hidden as he watched the unconcious form of Relena disappear into the specially prepared room.

Heero smiled as he entered the large, windowless room that he and Duo had built within Quatre's basement. He hefted Relena's body and dropped her onto the tilted cement floor over a drainage grate. Duo had shut and locked the door, and was activating the surveillance equipment at Quatre and Trowa's request for footage. He walked back to the door, and looked at the room, pleased.

The walls had been thickened, decreasing the size of the room, but the soundproofing was a most necessary addition. Several soft incandescent lamps lit the room now, standing in various corners and around equipment, but several blinding flourescent tubes hung from the ceiling for later usage. The walls were painted a garish shade of throbbing red, so bright it hurt Duo's eyes as if pulsating with fire, and the ceiling was painted a flawless deep black. The room seemed quite forbidding in the warm half light of the lamps.

Heero has designed the cement floor: it had drainage grates at various points, and was tilted just enough that one didn't notice, but that liquids would run to the drains through gravity. In one section of the floor, the Japanese youth had installed a flat, deeply grooved panel of corrugated metal, it's waves beaten into sharp points facing upwards. In another, several large spikes, some sharp and thin and others blunt and very wide, at varying heights, were set into the floor, just high enough that one would not trip and impale oneself. Duo had noted a pattern amongst the layout of these spikes, but had not considered it yet.

Upon the ceiling hung several large, sturdy hooks. Duo had installed these, and tested them for several times Relena's weight successfully. Strong chains hung down from some, attached to clamps or thick cuffs, similar to the thick manacles bolted into the wall. Duo was proud of his design for those: Heero had had severe difficulty breaking them in the tests.

Upon the floor was the equipment, designed in the fashion of torture devices from past ages. There was a desk and shelf of chemicals, hyperdermics and swabs; an old fashioned rack that Duo had insisted upon just for dramatic effect; a small cage just large enough for Relena held upon a pedastal; a wire version of an iron maiden, Heero's work; a box of various clamps and manacles purchased by Trowa earlier from an erotic shop along with other implements; and a shelf with a few dildos, vibrators and other sexual toys again courtesy of Trowa's shopping trips. Duo smiled at the arrangement of knives, a bullwhip, a riding crop and a spiked cocksleeve held up on the wall, just across from where Heero was shackling Relena to the wall spread-eagle.

A metal table stood in the center of the room, ominous with silvery sillence. It was an autopsy table, with additional leather straps for restraints attached to the gutters along the sides. Below the table and gutters, two drawers hung. A selection of fine blades, razors and scalpels lay precisely arranged in one drawer of the table, alongside more simple kitchen equipment of skewers, a meat tenderiser, a suspiciously sharp egg beater, and serrated knives of menacing length. In the other drawer of the table a strange assortment of piercing equipment lay.

Duo stretched, smiling evilly at his lover, who returned the look briefly before snapping the restraints closed upon Relena's limbs. He blindfolded her, then Duo strode over, and handed him a smooth leather collar. Heero smirked as Duo flopped on a bed that flanked the door, obscured by scrim curtains from the rest of the room, and fastened the collar about Relena's neck. Her head hung taut upon strained neck muscles, and her body sagged with his support, hanging painfully from reddening wrists and ankles. He turned to his lover, who had recovered from his flop on the bed and was grinning as he set up an obvious camera on a tripod.

"Oi, Duo. You want her to be in pain when she wakes up?" Heero asked, watching the camera swing to focus on Relena's restrained form. Duo nodded, ominously silent. Heero tilted his head in question, and Duo padded across the floor, pausing to snatch a thin, smooth edge knife from the wall.

"I wanna do the honours, Hee-chan," Duo chuckled to himself, brandishing the knife in his fist. Heero gestured towards the girl invitingly, and stepped back, trading a sly smirk with his lover. He walked over to the camera, and switched it on, Duo looking back at him curiously. Heero walked to an appropriate point in the room, standing before Relena, and smiled coldly at the camera.

Heero announced the date to the camera, then read off from memory a list of Relena's crimes against them. Duo watched him intently, the knife in his hand almost an afterthought as he smiled that slow, threatening Shinigami grin. Heero turned when his monologue was finished, and smirked at Duo's lean figure, staring at him. The Japanese youth sucked in breath as Duo licked his lips, and he cast a backward smirk to the camera before walking out of range to gaze at his lover.

Shinigami focused his attention on Relena, and murmured, "The clothes have got to go, bitch." He twirled the knife until he held it delicately, as if a fine brush, and swept it down the front of her blouse. The fabric parted under the light touch of refined steel, revealing a white lacy bra. A few more slight movements of the knife in his hand, and the blouse fluttered to the floor. Shinigami smiled, and slit through the straps of the bra, then the little white bow between the cups, allowing her busom freedom as the elastic fell to the floor. Her nipples were hard from the cold of the room, and he sneered disdainfully at their mock arousal.

He then knelt, and drew the blade slowly down her waist, rending the skirt she had worn to a puddle on the ground. He arched an eyebrow at the black slip underneath, and cut that off as well, then laughed. "Looks like the Princess here thought she was gonna get lucky today!" he chortled cruelly, noting the lack of underwear underneath her hose. He trailed the blade down the outside of each leg, and tugs the hose to the ground. He tapped the tip of the blade against the thick growth of blonde hair on her groin, and Relena shivered, though unconscious.

He stopped the tapping, eyeing her with amusement, then stood, bracing the blade with one finger along the flat of it. He placed the knife against her wrist, and pressed in, drawing it along the inside of her arm, then through her shaven armpit, and through her flesh at a consistent depth down to her ankle. Shinigami did the same to her other side, then placed small, short slashes perpendicular to the line on the inside of her wrists, elbows, armpits, and knees. He smiled, entranced by the thin drips of blood beading along the slits, then slashed violently down her sternum. Relena sucked in breath at the deep cut, succeeded by a flurry of strokes creating a crosshatch on the underside of her breasts and shoulders. He grinned wider, and scraped the blade along her neck, leaving it red and raw, tiny pinpricks of blood appearing in the wake of his blade.

Her knelt, and lay several deep red lines across her lower back before withdrawing the knife to slit the insides of her thighs, leaving another precise net of slits in the junctions between her legs and groin. He avoided her genitals, his face screwing up with disgust at the proximity of her body. He finished quickly, lacerating the soles of her feet deeply, then wiped the blade on the shreds of her clothing. He stood, replacing the knife on the wall, then glanced at his work. Her body was outlined in swelling red cuts with tracings of dripping blood drawing from each intersection.

Heero giggled then, almost startling his lover as he switched the camera off. The American regarded him coolly, slipping through the room to his side, his arm sliding about Duo's waist tightly. They separated, and Heero pulled Duo towards the curtained bed, bother chuckling. The Japanese youth sat down, tugging off his shoes as he snickered, "She almost looks pretty, decorated in blood." Duo smirked evilly, and leaned forward, kicking off his own boots, to whisper, "Aa, but she'll look better with more, I should think." Heero nodded grimly, then deadpanned, "Hn. You should think." Duo blinked, then laughed, "Hidoi! I do think, you awful-" Heero cut him off with a determined kiss, toppling them both backwards onto the bed. They paused for breath, giggling, then Duo dove in for another kiss.

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