[Shin is a bit surprised at just how it is to shift into a vessel form. He still felt like himself, but also somehow felt different. He finds himself to be a rather attractive pale electric blue bass with some punk style decorations in a paler blue. He smiles in his bass form, feeling a rush from the change.
His death, however, isn't nearly as cheerful.
Shin is forced onto his knees in a bathroom sized room by a guard wielding a baton. Shin hisses in pain and chokes back the words he wants to say. The guard behind him tightens the leather belt keeping his hands in front and behind his back, making Shin make a small sound of protest. He carefully controls his tone, speaking with polite language while being careful to not be too polite, "Why are you doing this to me?"
It hadn't been the first time this guard picked Shin out and blamed him for something he definitely had not done. This time it was looking up, and so he makes sure to keep his eyes glued to the ground in front of him. He didn't need to look up to know just the kind of sickly pleased face this asshole guard was making.
The guard pulls another hole tighter, "You wouldn't know, would you?"
Shin gasps, feeling pretty sure that something was threatening to break in his waist. It takes all his will to not look up to glare at the man and instead speak in an even tone, "No, sir, I don't know what it is."
"You know, the problem with being any kind of famous is that people know your face. People will gossip. You had a pretty nice thing going with that band, BlaSt, or whatever. But it wasn't good enough for you, was it?"
The name of his band getting thrown in his face stings right down to his bones. He knew all too well how bad he'd screwed up. How they had lost their chance on tour because of him. They might not even make it through this, and if they did, it would probably be without him. He curls his hands into fists, biting back a rising bile of anger. "I'm not sure what you mean, sir," he says, his cool slowly cracking.
"I mean, you had to have more. You had to also go and screw a married woman, probably more than one," the guard growls, slamming his baton across Shin's shoulder, dragging a strangled shout out of him. Shin looks up at the man, the shock in his eyes only feeding the fury in the man he was trapped in this pitiful cell with. This time he does glare, earning him a backhanded slap across his face as the guard shouts at him, "Did you have permission to look up?"
Something in that moment snapped. It had been only a few weeks of this nightmare and he was done with being abused by this man. His voice was dark and cold, "No, but your wife gave me permission to look up her skirt, and a lot more." Honestly, he didn't know which woman that he'd slept with was the guard's wife. He didn't get involved in their lives, and he wasn't even sure of the marital status of most of them.
Unsurprisingly Shin felt the bat again, this time smashed against his shoulder blade. He bites back another shout of pain, though he's pretty sure that something just cracked. The guard grabs his hair and drags Shin's head back to look at him, "You think your band members care after you ruined their dreams? You're human filth. Criminal garbage. Don't forget that, prisoner. You could die in here and no one would care."
Shin just glares up at the man, an easy smirk on his face, "Ask what your wife thinks," he laughs, "but then you must not care, since she was the one trading with an underaged boy for sex."
The next thing Shin sees is a fist in his face as the guard howls in fury. The guard grabs Shin's left hand, the one he frets with, and bends them all backwards at once. Shin screams as he laughs, "You're not going to be playing music anymore with those."
Shin seethes with fury, holding back tears from the intense pain in his hand. He hisses as he doubles over, but glares back up at the guard. "Jealous you can't make your pervert wife sound as pretty as my bass?" he mocks even as he's trying to not break down in tears. Part of him realized just how much trouble he was in, but he wanted to hurt this man for the weeks of torture he'd suffered under him. Another part just really doesn't believe that any of this was really happening.
The next strike is from that bat, against his back and Shin can tell that was definitely a rib as the bone presses against something else causing a pain he can't stay silent for. Their screams mix into a terrible dirge as the guard takes out his fury on the teen.
Shin crumbles beneath the man, his breathing getting harder and the pain in his head is growing sharper while the room dims. It's not long before Shin is too weak to speak loud enough to be heard, but he lets out a cold laugh, "I guess I deserve this."]
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His death, however, isn't nearly as cheerful.
Shin is forced onto his knees in a bathroom sized room by a guard wielding a baton. Shin hisses in pain and chokes back the words he wants to say. The guard behind him tightens the leather belt keeping his hands in front and behind his back, making Shin make a small sound of protest. He carefully controls his tone, speaking with polite language while being careful to not be too polite, "Why are you doing this to me?"
It hadn't been the first time this guard picked Shin out and blamed him for something he definitely had not done. This time it was looking up, and so he makes sure to keep his eyes glued to the ground in front of him. He didn't need to look up to know just the kind of sickly pleased face this asshole guard was making.
The guard pulls another hole tighter, "You wouldn't know, would you?"
Shin gasps, feeling pretty sure that something was threatening to break in his waist. It takes all his will to not look up to glare at the man and instead speak in an even tone, "No, sir, I don't know what it is."
"You know, the problem with being any kind of famous is that people know your face. People will gossip. You had a pretty nice thing going with that band, BlaSt, or whatever. But it wasn't good enough for you, was it?"
The name of his band getting thrown in his face stings right down to his bones. He knew all too well how bad he'd screwed up. How they had lost their chance on tour because of him. They might not even make it through this, and if they did, it would probably be without him. He curls his hands into fists, biting back a rising bile of anger. "I'm not sure what you mean, sir," he says, his cool slowly cracking.
"I mean, you had to have more. You had to also go and screw a married woman, probably more than one," the guard growls, slamming his baton across Shin's shoulder, dragging a strangled shout out of him. Shin looks up at the man, the shock in his eyes only feeding the fury in the man he was trapped in this pitiful cell with. This time he does glare, earning him a backhanded slap across his face as the guard shouts at him, "Did you have permission to look up?"
Something in that moment snapped. It had been only a few weeks of this nightmare and he was done with being abused by this man. His voice was dark and cold, "No, but your wife gave me permission to look up her skirt, and a lot more." Honestly, he didn't know which woman that he'd slept with was the guard's wife. He didn't get involved in their lives, and he wasn't even sure of the marital status of most of them.
Unsurprisingly Shin felt the bat again, this time smashed against his shoulder blade. He bites back another shout of pain, though he's pretty sure that something just cracked. The guard grabs his hair and drags Shin's head back to look at him, "You think your band members care after you ruined their dreams? You're human filth. Criminal garbage. Don't forget that, prisoner. You could die in here and no one would care."
Shin just glares up at the man, an easy smirk on his face, "Ask what your wife thinks," he laughs, "but then you must not care, since she was the one trading with an underaged boy for sex."
The next thing Shin sees is a fist in his face as the guard howls in fury. The guard grabs Shin's left hand, the one he frets with, and bends them all backwards at once. Shin screams as he laughs, "You're not going to be playing music anymore with those."
Shin seethes with fury, holding back tears from the intense pain in his hand. He hisses as he doubles over, but glares back up at the guard. "Jealous you can't make your pervert wife sound as pretty as my bass?" he mocks even as he's trying to not break down in tears. Part of him realized just how much trouble he was in, but he wanted to hurt this man for the weeks of torture he'd suffered under him. Another part just really doesn't believe that any of this was really happening.
The next strike is from that bat, against his back and Shin can tell that was definitely a rib as the bone presses against something else causing a pain he can't stay silent for. Their screams mix into a terrible dirge as the guard takes out his fury on the teen.
Shin crumbles beneath the man, his breathing getting harder and the pain in his head is growing sharper while the room dims. It's not long before Shin is too weak to speak loud enough to be heard, but he lets out a cold laugh, "I guess I deserve this."]