keep them listening || WENDELL'S PUBLIC TORTURE

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

An old friend, huh? Caesar could relate to the feeling of finally catching somebody who had gotten under your skin for the longest time. Although his attempt to go after Pincher and Bakugou ultimately failed, it was nice to feel Bakugou's fur and skin rip under his claws and Goldenluxury finally growing some balls and fighting back. Even if he didn't get to Pincher like he wanted to, Bakugou was sufficient enough. Caesar rolled his eyes as Stryker spoke, demanding silence from the 'audience' - which was only just him right now, so clearly that was directed at him. But no matter; Caesar understood. He understood completely. Getting your revenge required total focus on the target, after all.

Caesar watched in awe as Stryker pulled out Wendell's teeth, his invisible eyebrows raised. Now that was an interesting concept; pulling out somebody's teeth. If Caesar did something like that himself (instead of brands), he probably would try to pull out the eyes of his victim. After all, eyes were the most important thing for a dream demon, he found a strange connection with them. Caesar kneaded at the ground as he waited for the torture to continue, clearly wanting to join in or find somebody to terrorize on his own.

#psychosocial.