content warning: mentions of bodily harm/mutilation

"rotten."[break]
this one word was echoed, lorelei looking up at the ceiling as if bored or otherwise dissociating in a moment of respite from her 'job'. roman wasn't exactly someone she was hired to torture and bring to rocket's side, but she brought it upon herself to take on this extra case for the sake of her own endeavors. of course, roman wasn't stupid enough to not already know this, but she didn't quite care. "hm, a good idea." the finger didn't want to come off that quickly, roman's joints proving hardy and thick due to his previous line of work with the league. he was a robust man and such a frame would be hard to undo. this made lorelei's job all the more exciting, her expertise in unbinding humans by their very marrow being brought to the light in this otherwise dim cell. a slow and low crack that was more of a gurgle and groan of the body's unwillingness to let go of the man's right ring finger echoed forth as lorelei kept her gaze calmly on the spectacle of what blood rushed forward right after. [break]
an opening of a cooler and a toss of her wrist and another finger was added to her collection.[break]
"rotten indeed," she mused as she looked around in the cooler she had, taking out a small white container with a rather ominous label sitting on it. "rotten like those filthy creatures in kanto following the razing. those living in the slums had it particularly bad," she reflected as she opened up the container to show off thin parasites swirling into one another as if trying to eat each other for survival. these tapeworms had a name that was printed on the label - taenia solium. these were some of the more popular parasites known for the sensation of 'having worms in [one's] brain.' [break]
if she was so rotten, perhaps she could forcefully indoctrinate roman by showing him what it was to be just thus.[break]
"you see, roman - i don't want to put any more pressure on my staff than necessary." the chanseys that scuttled around her were the staff in question, using pokemon moves and other magic to keep the man from dying -- but only that. they didn't alleviate pain or otherwise, under the command of lorelei who seemed to have had a hand in raising and training them. the pink pokemon simply kept their head down and didn't say anything or ask questions. "if you would just be so kind as to realize the choice of joining rocket is out of your control, this could all be so much easier." the first tapeworm was held between a pair of thin tweezers. it squirmed rapidly, obviously hungry for contact.[break]
"so what say you?"[break]
unfortunately for roman, the freshly vacated cavity in his skull was all too enticing for lorelei to ignore and in went the first paraiste - rapidly making its home within.[break]
"will you make this come to an end? will you join rocket?"

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content warning: mentions of bodily harm/mutilation[break]

"your family is lovely, if you exclude your wife and child." so basically, she was saying they weren't shit right to the husband of the equation's face. "nothing but a womb and the product of it," she sighed, disappointed in the reality she knew. sometimes knowledge was jeopardizing for one's spirit and such was the case for lorelei who started up a wide-mouthed syringe full of saline. this was meant to be used to help the parasitic worm crawl its way further into roman's head, giving it some form of lubricant to allow it to wriggle and writhe so that the man could hopefully finally break off a piece of his face by his own volition. [break]
this would be a good starting point - self-mutilation. that way the captive officer of the law could start to blur the lines between what he did to himself and what lorelei inflicted on him. it always was so painfully annoying to deal with the blame of who did what, so this would make lorelei's own job much easier.[break]
being a quick learner as he was, he was already begging as opposed to continuing to fight his hopeless position. the fire-haired woman was hopeful on how this session would end - a good turn after so many failures.[break]
"i never lied when i said i enjoyed my time with you and your family, officer lennox. quite the contrary - i was too honest with myself. i almost let myself get carried away and forget my ultimate objective." with a sarcastic scoff to herself, lorelei smirked and shook her head. she was obviously disappointed in her small relapse into a normal and empathetic way of being. she was better now, sure, but she should have never even considered allowing roman to continue his life as it had. it was so perfect for someone who was so deep in shit that he was so blind to everything around him. a cheating wife, a product of adultery calling him father -- why, his whole life was a tragedy when he seemed to devote himself to his family more and more. [break]
"roman. tell me," lorelei grabbed hold of his chin as best as she could off the floor, looking into his one eye and holding the syringe aloft the socket that squirmed softly and ebbed with irritation. "for what do you live? is it your family? is it work? what defines you as you are? have you ever sought something more than what you are presently? you seem to be nothing more than a vanilla husband and father who couldn't even see the danger staring you straight in the face." that very danger spilled a droplet of saline into his socket, her expression empty as she didn't find any enjoyment in this procedure - simply seeking answers. "who exactly are you? i'm interested in that, not your 'family'. if your answer is good enough, i may let you return to what you define yourself by. if not, i may get quite disappointed."[break]

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