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TechniquesMr Croup stood over the broken man, his words, not to mention his studious application of various sharp implements, were having little effect on loosening the man's tongue.

Bored with torturing, when he would much rather have been killing, Mr Vandemar amused himself with the corpse of the man's companion.

He'd popped out the eyes and placed marbles in the empty sockets, which had provided a momentary diversion. He'd since moved onto slowly flaying the skin from the arms and eating it like spaghetti. He had his own ways of loosening tongues, but found his victims didn't say much afterwards.



7th Sep, 2004 06:35 (UTC)
Ah, this brightened my day. It took a second read for the full amusement of "bored with torturing" to sink in. The spaghetti sentence reminds me of a Neil Gaiman interview. (Something about his lack of nightmares, and "witches with faces like writhing spaghetti.")

Where does Mr. Vandemar get his marbles, I wonder?
7th Sep, 2004 06:51 (UTC)
Where does Mr Vandemar get his marbles, I wonder?

From the small children that he eats? Found objects? Mr Croup and Mr Vandemar did seem to live in a junk laden basement.

You could say that Mr Vandemar has lost his marbles, maybe he just has an alternate use for them.
7th Sep, 2004 09:49 (UTC)
From the small children that he eats?

Now, that seems likely. I bet he keeps his marbles with the dead puppies and Mr Croup's box of razor blades.

They do have an impressive selection of clutter to chose from.