CH 5: The Sinister Power

*Next Day.*

Pain

And

Human Physics

Had a very special relationship.

Pain and the intricate workings of the human psyche share a relationship so profound that it borders on the sublime. People often underestimate the sheer fragility of the human will; even the most resolute souls can be shattered by the merest touch of pain. It's a fine balance that tilts with the weight of discomfort, and I've witnessed firsthand how easily minds can be fractured.

You see, when you undertake the unsettling task of deconstructing someone, it's an experience unlike any other. The agony is excruciating, a torment that twists through every fiber of your being. But what makes it truly fascinating is the subtle art of targeting specific parts of the body.

It's a gruesome endeavor, one that I've embarked upon myself, though not without its share of failures. I've treaded the treacherous path of deconstruction, taking apart the very essence of an individual, only to rebuild them as something entirely different.

And in those moments of pain, in the throes of anguish that bind the psyche to the corporeal, there lies a unique vulnerability. It's a vulnerability that can be exploited, a chink in the armor that allows for the infiltration of thoughts, beliefs, and desires. In essence, it's a form of brainwashing, a process that reshapes not only the body but also the very essence of an individual's identity.

This is not the type of pain that one would wish upon their worst enemy, let alone experience in the darkest recesses of their nightmares. It's a pain that transcends the physical, delving deep into the recesses of the mind, leaving behind a trail of broken memories and altered realities. And in that space where agony and the human psyche converge, one can unearth the most extraordinary of transformations, for better or for worse.

It's enough to break even the definite strongest woman on this planet or could I need a lot of time to break her just because of her experience and being a Goddess of all things.

The problem is identifying the best target and then find a way to corrupt her. If I could have her somewhere isolated for a month or so, that wouldn't be an issue.

And being a Doctor meant I was living in high society and had many friends with the same background as mine. I had friends who were psychologists, psychiatrists, practitioners, physician and military men.

And the times we set tougher I had few pervert buddies who were interrogators for the R2I course. R2I stands for resistance to interrogation. It was a special course the purpose of which was to make you resistant to interrogation. You would be given a codeword that you had to keep secret and then spend 48 hours being interrogated and tortured. If at the end of the 48 hours you had refrained from speaking the codeword then you would pass. The course was safely controlled and both you and the interrogator could interrupt it any time or even drop out. We spent a lot of evenings with my pervy buddies talking about how to best use those techniques to break a woman's will and make her a loyal slave and I learned a lot from them about mind and psychology.

This all combined with my psychologists, psychiatrists, practitioners, physicians I knew enough to successfully brainwash anyone.

The problem was that I would have to isolate the target from the rest of the world for a period of time, and I could not allow the target's friends and coworkers to become suspicious.

Time itself was a big thing as at minimum it would take me 6 weeks to make a perfect pet out of the target with the assistance of the best tools that money could buy.

And the tools included Soundproofing material for the door of the basement, a bed, preferably the type you see in hospitals with bars to the head and the foot to tie her down, some chains, two hoists, handcuffs, some heavy-duty spotlights, rope, tape, some kinky stuff like leather whips and gags and a few more bits and ends. I will also get my special to get me a couple syringes of injectable sleeping drugs. I will also need to print some special supplies plus some video materials for metal sanity which special graphical imagery.

Manipulating matter turned out to be a walk in the park. No need for physical tools, just a touch of special graphical imagery. The journey to Marissa's house unfolded in tranquility, the urban bustle fading as I ventured further.

Arriving at Marissa's abode, I marveled at my previous day's handiwork. What was once an ordinary residence now stood transformed into a small fortress, impervious to intrusion. The roads leading away from the city were now pathways to seclusion.

Approaching the entrance, my eyes surveyed the formidable barriers. The walls, once mere boundaries, had undergone a metamorphosis, their internal structure surpassing the strength of steel. As I placed my hand on what used to be an ordinary wall, it obediently morphed into an imposing iron door. Unveiling the small entry door, I proceeded into the living room, where the transformation continued.

The living space bore witness to my magical makeover, the ambiance altered to discourage any unwarranted guests. Moving seamlessly through the house, I reached the kitchen, then descended to the basement. Every step of the way, security measures abounded. An auto-locking mechanism coupled with a numeric keypad adorned the entrance, rendering traditional keys obsolete.

With a twist of matter manipulation, the basement's door morphed again, ensuring an added layer of protection. The fortress wasn't just a metaphor; it was a reality. I had even accounted for the rare possibility of Marissa breaking free, implementing measures against the arcane unpredictability. An exterior fortified door bolt stood as a sentinel, emphasizing that when I said fortress, I meant it in every magical sense.

Yesterday I did some modifications in the house after taking a small break from experiments and created this basement out of scratch moving her and modifying all these things moving her from the original location..

Arriving in the huge basement it was mostly empty and dark and the only source of light was the huge screen in front of Marissa. The huge screen placed 3 feet away from her and turned it around. The screen was continuously playing the experiments I did on her yesterday, but I wasn't in the video, it was only her. as it was taken while he was talking about damnation. I turn on the spotlight all around the basement with the remote and switch off the fluorescent lights on the ceiling. Perfect. It might sound like a bunch of thriller props, but there is a reason I am doing this.

According to my army instructor friend and physician friend, in conditions of extreme fear and pain, coupled with humiliation and helplessness, the mind is unable to process complex thoughts. The subject imprints his fear and pain on the first person they see in front of them, regardless if they know that somebody else is hurting them. By creating such a cognitive dissonance, between what they know and what they feel, their barriers drop very quickly and it is easier to reprogram them with some tricks. This is what I am trying to recreate here, guide all fear and anger toward herself and all positive emotions toward me. If I manage it, I get to keep Marissa more than the subject of my experiments. I get to keep Marissa as a pet.

Who's ready to do anything for her master.If on the other hand my buddy was spouting bullshit, I would keep Marissa as a slave forever. It will take a lot of work, as she will be declared missing, but nobody saw me take her, and even if Marissa has some relatives and she told them about where she lives or what she does.

It won't first case of someone going missing in the city of Dark Knight scucisd rate is highest in this country and yesterday experiments told me creating a body from scratch is child's play for me even if I can't replicate the DNA of person but with single day I had accomplished so much that I don't think it be that long before I could do that.

As I delved into my recent experiments, the revelation unfolded that crafting a body from scratch was, for me, akin to child's play. While the intricacies of replicating a person's DNA eluded me, the strides I made in a single day held promise. The possibility loomed that soon, the task of recreating an entire body might become a tangible reality. The mastery over matter at my fingertips hinted at a future where I could manipulate the very fabric of existence, blurring the lines between creation and manipulation.

So with time, Marissa will either remain as a missing person, or someone who committed suicide after getting r@ped.

I get a house slave, and as a bonus, at one point I will gain Sage force and just implant some new memories and she will be staying with me since she officially is mine. Which means I will get a chance to corrupt/fix her along with my mother. How is that for a backup plan, uh?

There she was my Marissa still merged with golden that was merged with the steel floor looking dead in the eyes as she didn't had any eyelids so she can't close her eyes and avoid not looking at the screen and I also destroyed a part of the hypothalamus, a peanut-sized structure deep inside the brain, contains groups of nerve cells that act as control centers affecting sleep and arousal.

So she can't sleep even if she wanted she didn't had any mouth because of the magical shit her neck was looked with chair so she can't her head away from the screen. So she is forced to watch all the experiments I performed yesterday without any to do anything.

She is wearing a dark red blazer, with a white shirt buttoned up to the top underneath. Her lower body is covered by a calf length skirt of the same color of her blazer. Her legs are covered by black stockings and she wears black low-pumps on her feet. It is the first time that I have a chance to get a good look at her. She looked great, not now when there is no mouth and eyelids.

She is about 5 foot 4 inches (about 1,62m) with E-cup sized breasts, and a beautiful face with plush lips.

Anyway, yesterday I had many failures in my experiments and there were many limits on me that I got to know and create new ways to utilise my powers much to my disappointment, as even the success rate of many of my experiments wasn't higher than 50% but it wasn't a big issue, since I was surely improving and the skills I used and knowledge I gained from my test subject were big step in moving forward. This had been the case of my improvement which was massive.

As she noticed my presence and saw me approaching At that point I felt her breathing start to change, a sign that she is coming to. As her eyes and light of home from dead eyes I walk to the chair stand and take a black balaclava and wear it, then I go back to Marissa.

From the side of the room I bring a cart with some "tools". I move behind her and wait. After a couple of minutes her breathing is stable, I think that she slipped from being dead inside to gaining life. Time to start the show.

I slap her butt cheek hard with the palm of my hand and Marissa's head jerks up with a metal grown. She tries to move but she can't. She is still addled by the pain and it takes her a minute to realize that she is still chained to the chair. She starts struggling and tries to scream only to realise there is no mouth and I let her.

During her struggle she contorts her body hoping to get free and she realize that I am behind her. Her eyes are wide open with tears flooding and she is trembling in fear.

"Welcome to the land of reality. Where dreams meet the canvas of everyday existence."

"You know yesterday you died more than 700 times, I am sure you do after all, you had watched and felt all of it." I said as I walked front of her and saw her struggles had died down and she was in deep thoughts with deep despair in her as I am she didn't knew she had died I am sure time was too short for anyone to realize and even watching all I did won't tell that I killed her and put her back tougher.

And once she was out of her thoughts I continue "You know with so many dead I was hoping to see Death if not her least someone from Underworld or even Hell I was hoping to see at least a Demon after all you know Trigon in fact you worship him so I thought you would least dealt with few demons like selling the soul and all that shit."

Her eyes got wider with every word I spoke, especially when I mentioned the name Trigon to her. I saw she was truly shocked by the information I gave her.

"So it could mean only three things either every time I killed you your soul didn't move on or it did but it was so fast you don't realise it, and when I reassembled your body in more than a perfect condition your soul returned to the place where it belonged. or when I disassembled your body I also disassembled your soul erasing your existence and when I put you back tougher I also put your soul back tougher. Or there could be something else I haven't thought of. What do you think?"

I asked as I saw her shocked and terrified as her eyes seems filled with terror especially when I said she could have been cease to exist and felt like she wanted to say something. So I put my hand on her head and gave her mouth back. I knew it must have felt stupid but I was already prepared as I felt one find keep touching her body and by now with yesterday's training she had enough of the fear to know not to make me mad.

"Please mister sir, let me go, please, why are you doing this".

I do not reply and stand still, giving her another five minutes of silent treatment to increase her fear. At this point Marissa stops struggling. She understands that there is no way that she can get free. I can see her shoulders moving up and down every time she sobs.

"Aaaaa"

"Please please stop I am sorry I am sorry"

She started to scream in pain as I started to pull her skin slowly giving her an excruciating pain. "Wrong answer, dear wrong answer when I ask you something you replied to it."

Shit, I don't enjoy doing this part. I am many things, not a sadist. Yet, to make my dreams come true, some sacrifices are needed. Sorry love, I'll make it up to you, I promise. Me and my cock will make sure to give you a lot of happiness.

I walk near Marissa's and whisper in her ear; "This is all your fault so when I asked you something you replied to it and only to it".

"So you understand" I asked her while not stopping what I was doing, peeling her the epidermis, the upper skin revealing the second layer of her skin, the dermis.

As she nodded while clenching her teeth and biting her tongue so hard that it felt like she was trying to hurt herself but I knew I was trying to ignore the pain. Even if she inflicts more pain as the pain was just that bad.

So with attitude I could conclude all the pain I infected on her in these past two days had been shown its results as the countless times I had completely open her up brutally, and the pain itself was more then what any human could survive and do worst if she tries to fight against him or even show slightest hostility, by now she had understood that if she lets me do whatever I want to her without any defiance the pain won't be that bad. I could have completely removed the factor of pain but I knew the moment I was out of her sight she tried her best to get out of this place and swear revenge and it would be very logical and human of her to do that if she didn't have those thoughts I could have taken even extreme measures.

Anyway It wasn't difficult for her considering I mostly dulled the sense of pain in her body.

And the only moment she doesn't feel pain is the moment she dies as it's the same for human to animal bodies. That if some living being were to die the body often concluded that pain was meaningless thus making the body not flare pain receptors making the said being feel nothing.

But it only happens in normal circumstances like having hole in your chest or jumping of a building but this was anything but normal body begins to rip itself apart your skin and bone getting torn into nothingness molecule by molecule and this gets worse when I put all back tougher as the mind remembers the pain it felt when it was disassembled and then pain of being reassembled even if pain receptors didn't flared.

"Good good, so let's begin with the elephant in the room did your soul passed on, did you encounter any upper beings you know angels demons gods shinigami, or anyone anything similar to that" I asked her as I really get answer of these question after all souls exist in this world but there are many many times that souls are nothing more than a brain like erasing memories there are times when heroes and villains had their memories implant into machines like Metallo or Batman who laughs transferring his mind into a variant of Dr. Manhattan then Dr. Manhattan himself having his whole being annihilated or the Deadman keeping his memories even when he is a soul then there are Book of Souls, The Cavern of Souls, Raven's soul self, then there is Ritual Magic, Necromancy, Soul Magic, Astral Projection, Black Lantern Ring then there are spiritual lifeforms and there were many times in which heroes souls travelled outside of their bodies and oncs souls came back to their original bodies they remember their adventures as souls. and so much shit there are times when souls were ignored as if they didn't exists and there were times when they were said to be most important part of the story there are too many inconsistencies this made no sense –

Don't even started me on fucking clones now where the fuck all those souls coming from and how the fuck they had memory transfer and be reborn.

Souls are fucking proven fact in this world and even I am reborn here with my soul possessing all the memories of my my former life.

Bullshit.

Bullshit. Bullshit. Bullshit!

BULLSHIT!

UTTER FUCKING BULLSHIT!

This all could have been ignored by saying Bad writing authors not knowing all this or just ignoring all this. But not now as all the lore was real this world was real and now there is some kind of connection between the soul and mind.

Who could be a better test subject then a crazy cultist. Who had dealt with demons She is already indoctrinated to an insane degree. Not a good candidate for other brainwashing.

While I was thinking all this she was lost in her thoughts and by the expressions on her face I knew she was trying to remember all that happened yesterday trying juggling all the memories.

So I let her have all the time she needed while peeling off the second layer, the dermis, revealing the third and deepest layer is the subcutaneous tissue. The epidermis now came the import part this all was not a mindless torture for no far from it.

As it was safest to change and modify subcutaneous tissue, Hair follicle, Sensory receptors, Areolar connective tissue, Sensory nerve fiber enhancing it to maximum besides hair follicle completely removing it then I started to change properties of carbon.

One third of the human body is made of carbon and the hardness of carbon varies how its atoms are arranged; it's all in its atomic structure; it can be as strong as diamond and as fragile as graphite.

Even if it wasn't safe and I made some mistake I could restart again. After all, I do get unlimited tries with it Despite the risks and the occasional mistake, I find comfort in the ability to reset and try again and again and again and again… , much like the past two days spent meticulously working on her bones. And I did make more mistakes than I could count and was forced to restart again as many times as I failed.

Contemplating the knowledge I have, it was clear that I have lots of things to prepare,

Same like what Warren Buffet says "Risk comes from lack of understanding" meaning that I need more knowledge before I can be certain that I will survive…. No, I will not just survive, I will thrive.

I started with her bones. With study and experiments and careful preparation, and a full 29 hours of focus, I turned her bones into something else. They were far more durable but even more streamlined, I took inspiration from carbon fiber and titanium, compacting the building blocks of her bones so tight it would take something incredible to even crack a small one.

And she is my key to many things and if I mentioned a few things like physical Immorality, Self-Efficacy Self-Sustained body, Cells that can absorb any type of energy around them to keep it Self-Sustain, at least city level Strength Speed Stamina Durability the whole basic superhero package, enhance senses, enhance cognitive.

as amazing and as powerful as this quirk is there are unfortunately a good amount of weakness that comes with it the first and most prominent of which is the fact that my powers quirk factor lies entirely in the my hands so if the my arms are restrained or they were to ironically get overhauled I would lose this ability entirely bringing you from a god to your status to that of a measly peasant.

So if none of my hands were cut off I would literally be useless as even those I didn't lose the quirk gene as it's literally in every cell it's just my hands what are my quirk factor.

Another big weakness associated with this quirk is the fact that I must must be touching something for me to activate this puts me at a huge disadvantage when it comes to aerial combat and renders them practically useless while in the air this is actually one of the reasons why Midoria kicked overhaul into the sky for their final conflict overhaul was playing checkers while midoriya was playing chess.

And if I was to manipulate say the ground or the object they are touching this means that if the ground is broken up into sections or if there are huge gaps between walls I won't be able to manipulate anything outside of the parts that I am touching the most devastating weakness that comes with it.

So having super regeneration on the level of physical immorality is a must as it's not only going to keep me alive but also won't make me powerless.

And with latest experiments I got to know that it doesn't explicitly had be my normal hands to activate my quirk factor it just had the shape of a hand that resembles a hand and had my genes. It could be enough for me to transmute matter.

So if I wanted I could create small baby hands below my feet and then I could transmute matter but for this to work I had to remain bare feet. It's something like what Overhaul did after he fused with his henchman and gave himself two more hands.

But I didn't wanted to become some kind of grotesque tentacle monster so I knew next best thing that could get rid of all most of my weaknesses.

Which was to get the powers of Nico Robin, Hana Hana no Mi, I mean being able to replicate and sprout pieces of their body from the surface of any object or living thing. As further allusion to this, pinkish-white petal-like particles form at and then swirl away from where the parts sprout and vanish, as well as around the user itself.

This power is literally for me and with Overhaul I could have nearly limitless potential as even disassembling and reassembling a plant would be child's play with this and Sage Force nothing would be out of my reach as even speed force users would be nothing in front of me.

But next came the most devastating thing for my plans how I can I get my hands on a fucking Devil Fruit in the fucking DC Multiverse.

It was a nearly impossible if not completely impossible thing, So my next best option was to get the power of Shapeshifting but not the one Raven of X-man had no I needed the Shapeshifting power of either Martian Manhunter or Plastic Man as not only I be able to stretch my limbs but also able to create as many hands as I want on my body.

I snapped out of my thoughts as Marissa voice broke through the silence.

"I can't recall, the moment I perished, it all blurred into nothingness. Even as I opened my eyes anew, my memories linger in a fog," she confessed, her voice quivering with a profound fear. My gaze held steady, prompting her to hasten her words, "I doubt my soul ventured to hell or heaven, or any ethereal realm. Surely, if I had encounters with demons or anyone who guides me to the afterlife would be etched in my memory." The room constricted around us, shadows waltzing on the walls, as her words hung ominously, enveloped in an unsettling stillness that accentuated the profound uncertainty of her existence.