Yes, stupid mouse

Ok, it confirmed its stupidity last night. I standing in the living room talking to my mom, and I look over and the stupid thing is just staring at us. Almost as if it thinks that we will feed it. Yet it still manages to avoid the traps and the cat.

Anybody remember Mr. Jingles from the green mile? Yes that is the mouse that this mouse reminds me of. Small, brown, with oilspot eyes.

It's weird to be stared at by a wild mouse. I mean they normally avoid light and people, so this one is either incredibly stupid, or brave. Right now I am calling stupid.

It's funny though, I am worried that I will actually feel bad when it finally gets caught. I mean it has introduced itself.

Ok, enough mouse tales.

Torn
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It had taken Jack the better part of the day to make all of the pockets on the elf’s front.

Jack was actually pleased though.

The elf had done better than expected, and had only passed out twice. The first time about a third of the way through. The second time was just as Jack was finishing.

Jack let the elf sleep the second time. He needed the time to gather the materials for the second part of this little project.

He also wanted to eat, and feed the elf so that it would have more energy for the grand finale.

He went to his food stash. It was getting low. He was glad that he didn’t have much longer in this cave.

He sniffed at the meat. It would have to do.

He lit a fire and started cooking the meat. As it cooked he sprinkled a little more of the motion inhibitor on the elf’s piece, but not nearly as much as he had that morning. This part of the task was not as delicate and he wanted the elf to squirm a little.

The smell of the meat revived the elf, who was able to walk into the room where the food was being prepared with great help from the wall.

“I see you survived.”

The elf supported himself against the wall and glared at Jack.

Jack laughed, and pulled another chair up to the table. “Crawl on over here and I’ll give you some food.”

The elf glared again, and then pushed himself off of the wall.

Jack was surprised again by the resilience of this elf. He actually managed to walk over to the table. It was slow and not without obvious pain, but he did it.

They ate in silence. Once done the elf stood up and silently walked back to the rear chamber.

It almost angered Jack. He preferred to have his toys try to escape the entire time. This one seemed to have accepted his fate, but it was obviously in a lot of pain, and knew that it didn’t have any hope of escaping.

Oh well, he didn’t have the time to try and give this one hope and he had no chance of catching another toy with so little time left.

He gathered his supplies and followed the elf.

***

The elf had resumed the chair that the morning’s exercises had been conducted in. He could barely hold his head up, but Jack could feel the hatred emanating from him.

That was good, at least it was some sort of defiance.

Jack pulled up his own chair, and laid his supplies in plain view of the elf.

He then looked at the tortured being and did something that he had never done before. “Why didn’t you try to run?”

The elf managed a weak laugh. “Didn’t want to give you the pleasure.”

Jack slapped the elf so hard that he fell out of the chair. The weak laughter continued from the floor.

Jack walked over and started kicking at the elf, trying to end this defiance. Then he realized what was happening.

Furious he pulled the elf off of the floor, and sat him back in the chair.

Clever, none of his toys had ever tried that ploy before. He would have to remember it. He had nearly killed his toy before finishing his fun. Just what the elf was hoping for.

The elf saw that his last try had failed. The laughter stopped and he watched as Jack took a wet towel and wiped the dried blood off of an area and started the last phase of this torture.

***

Jack considered telling the elf what he was putting in the pockets of skin. But he decided that the unknown would be more powerful than the known at this point.

He was glad that he hadn’t immobilized the elf as much as he had that morning. After that outrage that the elf had caused he deserved to be able to squirm as Jack worked. It meant more pain as Jack had to rework some areas because the elf had moved and caused a mistake.

Jack opened up another skin pocket, grabbed what looked like a small white rock, shoved it into the pocket and started to sew the pocket closed.

Jack had to be very careful. He didn’t want to awaken the white things before it was time. Some of them had been in a forced sleep for too long and would awaken easily, other would be forced to awaken early when he told them too.

He smiled. Early or late the white things would be angry. The effect was better when they were angry.

The elf was at the point where he didn’t care. He knew that he was all but dead. He was just waiting for that last part, hoping that his body would give out before Jack’s plan came to fulfillment. He didn’t want to know what the white things were, didn’t care. He knew what would happen when he found out though, more pain. He was tired of pain, wanted to die so that the pain would end.

He was almost disconnected as he watched Jack open a pocket of skin, shove in a white thing and sew it up. The flinching was involuntary, and he wished he could tell the muscles to stop. It only made matters worse.

He watched, and prayed that he would die before the torture came to its end. He prayed that he could deny Jack that final pleasure, that he could not give Jack the pain that he so desperately wanted.