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[When he stands up, his heart is thrumming in his chest. This is it, he thinks, and he imagines a blade in his hand cutting thin, precise lines.

Why lines? He doesn't know. ]

Very well.

[There's uncertainty in his voice, but he does his best to hide it. He follows AM in silence, taking in the world around him in hungry glances.]

[If Daniel really wants this job, then he'll have to see exactly what is done, so AM leads him down to the cells where several of the poachers are locked up. Many of them are bruised, battered, and tired - clearly not treated with human dignity.

AM procures a key and unlocks one of the cells. Neither of its occupants seem keen to see him, as they glance up warily.]

Jones. [He gestures to one of the men.] Come with me.

[The one known as Jones stands up and silently goes, but is sure to cast AM an ugly look, scowling as AM grabs and cuffs him behind his back. AM leads him out of the cell, then, where Daniel waits, and AM speaks as if the prisoner isn't even there.]

So, you know this is the punitive division, yes? I take it you know what "punitive" means.

[AM leads them to the "interrogation" room, which is stark and cold, save for some chains and hooks in the walls, as well as a board or two. There is an attached closet full of plenty of torture instruments as well.

With little fanfare, AM uncuffs the man and removes his shirt, revealing a crisscross of red welts and bumps on his back, some of which had barely healed. However, considering what he does to other prisoners, this guy has gotten off pretty easy so far. After all, he has to prolong the tortures... If he obliterates the prisoner to a pulp on the first day, there won't be anything left for the future.

Regardless, he straps the prisoner to a board, letting him essentially hug it as his wrists are bound in the front, exposing his back.

Now, AM could just get out a regular bullwhip, but what would be the fun in that? No, he gets out a sharp cat o' nine tails. It softly clangs as he holds it at the side, the sharp metallic edges brushing against one another.]

All right, Daniel. Do it. Whip him with this.

[He holds out the cat o' nine tails for him to take.]

[These people are terrible. He reminds himself of this fact as he feels the pity well up in his stomach, as he catches one of the prisoner's eyes and quickly looks away. ]

Yes.

[His voice is dull. While he knows it's likely a hypothetical question, he still can't keep himself from answering it. ]

I know what it means.

[They arrive in the interrogation chamber. By then, Daniel's voice isn't the only thing about him that's dull -- his eyes have gained a certainly quality as well, a tendency to look beyond the world instead of at it.

The welts look terrible, but that's all right. They're earned.

And he's hungry.

He takes the whip, and he can feel his entire body light up with a dark energy, relishing the promise of violence. His empty eyes flicker with life for just a moment. His lips pull into a sneer.

He brings down the whip. Hard. ]

[AM watches Daniel easily adapt to the position, whipping the prisoner with a mark of determination. The prisoner reacts, of course, grunting in pain when the whip slams against his back, the metal raking his skin right off.

AM's gaze is intense as he focuses entirely on Daniel. At this moment he hardly cares how the prisoner reacts, as he has flogged many of them many times. (Of course, it's absolutely delicious each time he does, but still.)

A few more times and the prisoner's back is completely red, with much of the skin shorn off. AM does glance at him since he somewhat collapses to his knees, hugging the board he is chained to.

Finally he speaks to Daniel.]

Have you done this before?

[Have you done this before?

The question breaks his trance, and he jerks away, almost as though the words were physically flung at his face.]

I--

[He hasn't. He hasn't. But as soon as he thinks about voicing his denial, his vision wavers and his knees grow weak beneath him. The whole world feels like it's breathing, it's breathing, if he's not careful, it will inhale him. It will swallow him.]

I-I know what these men deserve.

[He raises the whip again. This time, he doesn't hesitate.]

[It's funny how easily humans will sink into this position. There are those who claim to hold morals, who say how wrong it is to kill and maim... And yet in the end, they will all do it.

It's absolutely disgusting.

AM watches with both delight and fury, the two emotions that often arise when his confirmation bias kicks in, particularly when he has seen Javert in this very same position. This man is just another lackey, isn't he?

But perhaps he doesn't have to be Javert's lackey. Why does Javert get to have all the fun turning everyone into his slaves? It's hardly fair. After all, it is the power in numbers that cornered AM into giving up the prison...]

Good, good... [He watches the determination with which Daniel acts, forming a smile of sadistic approval.]

I'm sure you will be a worthy assistant.

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CW: torture, flogging

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I'M SO SORRY I LOST THIS

IT'S OKAY!!!