Post by Phury Aghony Midnight on Apr 9, 2012 18:49:05 GMT -5
He was in a lone room, dark and dank from the thick array of torture that clung to the walls around him. With a slowness, his eyes crept open, swollen half shut from the heaving dry air that covered his entire body. Where was he? His mind was a fog of misunderstanding, unable to attain when and where he had landed. Attention sweeping across the bars that lined the square opening above and behind him. It was night at least, but if he didn't move from the spot he laid in, once daylight hit, the stream of sun would hit him center chest.
Moving to sit up, he was slammed back down against the table instantly. Lifting his arms, the clang of metal rattled protesting his attempt to move. Turning his head slightly, he could see the rusted thick pieces of chain bounding his wrists and he let out a menacing growl that bounced from wall to wall. Nothing. No response from anyone that he had been heard nor cared about even if they had.
A pained check of his entire body as his head lifted up as far as it could go and the damage was clear. Ankles bound to the far end of the table as was his wrists locked firmly to the sides of him. Up each of his inner thighs were repetitious bite marks seen barely through shredded leathers and his chest was bare. His shirt had been torn straight down the middle and now pooled on either side of him as intricate cuts covered his mid section. Out of everything that was wrong with this, the one thing that stood out was his leg. Nothing fake about it...about any of it. That alone had him reeling. His eyes must not be working correctly.
The blood had long dried, crusting over each wound at its source but the trails were toyed with while still fresh, leaving a thin covering of HIS blood over every spare inch of his flesh. His fangs had punched out and were piercing into his bottom lip as he accessed himself. The fuck! Trying to calm himself enough to demateralize out, he soon found he neither had the strength nor capability to do so. Straining, he once more forced his head forward to look at the chains that held him.
A string of curses left his mouth as what energy he did have left was just used. Who, why, when. They all started racing through his mind as to what the hell had happened to him. Last thing he remembered was...
Wait! He can't remember anything. Not possible he thought as the rage started to fill him once more. Just then the door creaked open a sliver, letting in a thin stream of light from the outside. Unable to sense who it was, so therefore it was not a familiar, he tensed which shot pain through every inch of his battered and bruised body. That shrill voice then shattered the silence around them.
"Ah how is my pet? Healing well I see" as she walked around him, his eyes followed but could not see her fully for her face was covered with a dark hood.
"Pet my ass. Who are you, no matter. I'll kill you when I get free so no need to make nice" he spat roughly. Struggling against the chains that held him, she continued to walk around him as the laughter started. Echoing off the walls, his body recoiled like the noise radiating from her was worse torture than physical. "Maybe you do so need a few more days alone. I argued with the others and said you would be compliant now but oh how I must return and tell them they were right and I was wrong."
With that, she stepped up next to him and pulled from underneath her robe, a dagger and with one quick fluid motion, raised it high above him and slammed it down into his gut. He hissed loud as she twisted a full circle and then pulled it harshly back out, running her fingers along the blood. "That's for making me look bad."
He tracked her with his eyes as she turned and left, shutting the door quietly behind her. With the click of the door, he flung himself forward and was now sitting back at the kitchen table with Cormia, Aggie, Layla and the rest of the Chosen at Grand Camp. His breath was heavier than normal but other than that, nothing was out of sorts around them. No one had even gave him a concerned look.
Moving to sit up, he was slammed back down against the table instantly. Lifting his arms, the clang of metal rattled protesting his attempt to move. Turning his head slightly, he could see the rusted thick pieces of chain bounding his wrists and he let out a menacing growl that bounced from wall to wall. Nothing. No response from anyone that he had been heard nor cared about even if they had.
A pained check of his entire body as his head lifted up as far as it could go and the damage was clear. Ankles bound to the far end of the table as was his wrists locked firmly to the sides of him. Up each of his inner thighs were repetitious bite marks seen barely through shredded leathers and his chest was bare. His shirt had been torn straight down the middle and now pooled on either side of him as intricate cuts covered his mid section. Out of everything that was wrong with this, the one thing that stood out was his leg. Nothing fake about it...about any of it. That alone had him reeling. His eyes must not be working correctly.
The blood had long dried, crusting over each wound at its source but the trails were toyed with while still fresh, leaving a thin covering of HIS blood over every spare inch of his flesh. His fangs had punched out and were piercing into his bottom lip as he accessed himself. The fuck! Trying to calm himself enough to demateralize out, he soon found he neither had the strength nor capability to do so. Straining, he once more forced his head forward to look at the chains that held him.
A string of curses left his mouth as what energy he did have left was just used. Who, why, when. They all started racing through his mind as to what the hell had happened to him. Last thing he remembered was...
Wait! He can't remember anything. Not possible he thought as the rage started to fill him once more. Just then the door creaked open a sliver, letting in a thin stream of light from the outside. Unable to sense who it was, so therefore it was not a familiar, he tensed which shot pain through every inch of his battered and bruised body. That shrill voice then shattered the silence around them.
"Ah how is my pet? Healing well I see" as she walked around him, his eyes followed but could not see her fully for her face was covered with a dark hood.
"Pet my ass. Who are you, no matter. I'll kill you when I get free so no need to make nice" he spat roughly. Struggling against the chains that held him, she continued to walk around him as the laughter started. Echoing off the walls, his body recoiled like the noise radiating from her was worse torture than physical. "Maybe you do so need a few more days alone. I argued with the others and said you would be compliant now but oh how I must return and tell them they were right and I was wrong."
With that, she stepped up next to him and pulled from underneath her robe, a dagger and with one quick fluid motion, raised it high above him and slammed it down into his gut. He hissed loud as she twisted a full circle and then pulled it harshly back out, running her fingers along the blood. "That's for making me look bad."
He tracked her with his eyes as she turned and left, shutting the door quietly behind her. With the click of the door, he flung himself forward and was now sitting back at the kitchen table with Cormia, Aggie, Layla and the rest of the Chosen at Grand Camp. His breath was heavier than normal but other than that, nothing was out of sorts around them. No one had even gave him a concerned look.
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