A twisting taken from FMA Chapter 39.
His side burned, he couldn't breathe evenly enough and it was starting to make him dizzy. He fought to keep his head from falling back and focus on this very serious threat. Difficult enough while being impaled by two somethings, two not-fingers, and even harder with his arm twisted up in the air like it was. But it was keeping him standing, the fingers pinning him to the cement wall and the inhuman grip upon his wrist suspending him from his own arm.
It came closer and he fought the reflex to snap his head back lest he further muddle his thoughts and blur his sight. But his body jerked anyway, and that in the guise of a most attractive female crushed and pulled further at the base of his hand, bringing his resistance to a halt with the inflicting of pain.
"Such a shame, really," it purred in a voice as smooth as any flame, "to lose such a fine potential sacrifice as yourself."
"Get off me, bitch." Unfortunately, the intimidating growl he'd intended was only a miserable imitation in the form of a breathless grunt. Punctures had a way of changing one's image, it seemed. They did not, however, affect his ability to glare, and the one he fixed on her was impressive.
"Hmm?" she half laughed, half hummed, clearly amused. Her head tilted, eyes slanting away from his and focusing low on his face. "Let me reward you," she spoke, air crashing against his face as she drew closer, "for showing me your pretty face contorted with pain before death."
And she pressed her dark ludicrously luscious lips against his, driving his head back as he pulled away. She twisted the fingers in his side sharply and yanked higher on his wrist, his resistance stilled as pain arced through, paralyzing him. Lust took full advantage of his suddenly open mouth, assaulting it with all of hers, assured at the safety of her tongue now that he was preoccupied with pain. She pressed their faces together, sealing the scream between them as her body met his, jamming into it as it rose in the spasming and jerking resulting from her manipulation.
She was so close, so on him that she could feel every little tab and button on that uniform, knowing there'd be indentations long after she pulled away, and still she was able to smile against him at other traits she noticed. But she let the smile fade in time with the sigh escaping from her. She severed contact abruptly, retracting her fingers, and quickly dropped him to the floor with a sharp movement and a pop of cartilage. Her eyes watched his form topple and thud gracelessly against the wreckage, hand still tightly gripping the arm now twisted at a very uncomfortable and awkward angle.
"Please understand," she said gently, a frost alive in her voice and frigid coldness burning across those smiling lips. "It really is regrettable to lose such a precious candidate…" He tried to move, to face her. She could feel it in his trembling limb. "If only you weren't so good," she smiled with a soft cruelty, grip just short of crushing his fragile human bones and delicate fingers peeling away the precious fabric. There was a momentary breeze, fleeting and light as it lifted her hair and delayed the rain of tattered shreds upon that delightful human specimen.
"It seems there are other guests," the voice east as the first few pieces landed besides him. "Now," she said as she walked towards the exit, "take some time to reflect and enjoy my gift before you join the loyal officer who lies in wait beyond the Gate." And she continued out the doorway, pushing thick hair behind her shoulder and ear as she marched down the hallway to the cadence of the cries for his subordinate. It really was such a shame. He would have been such…fun. But there were other guests to attend to, after all. And there was always the chance she would get lucky in convincing someone to perform a human transmutation and slip in a special ingredient.