Never go for the kill when you can go for the pain...
Submitted by Soulwyn on March 13, 2010 - 2:16pm
Dense, chorded muscles slackened against the thin titansteel chains which bound them. The Kal'Dorei dangling in the air was no longer lucid; lost in the grim treatise of agony his body had proven capable of surviving. The air was rancid with the stench of his scorched flesh. A putrid collection of boiled flesh seared against burnt blood marked every single milimeter of his body. Infection had begun to set in, adding to the pungent smells. Even his eyelids had been scorched to tatters; shrinking back over his now exposed eyeballs. His parched throat had grown too rough to scream, and just taking a breath forced him to gag.
The delicate waif lounging lazily on an ornately guilded day bed stared up at him with hungry eyes; as if aroused by the sight of him. She appeared ... distorted. As if light fought to reach her; he knew it was the madness of pain drowned by the endorphins his body had been pouring out to counter the hellish existence he now lived. In that husky, honied tone, she spoke softly.
"It really is amazing, don't you think? What one can live through?" with a lacadasical grace, she rose up and stepped lightly down from the bed as she sauntered closer to her victim. "I'm quite often amazed. Lungs don't stop. Heart keeps beating. I'd wager, you can still manage a bit of seeing." The way she spoke, as if they were at supper discussing a scientific experiment. "We both know you have wished you were dead for...well, hours now."
She smiled, and reached out to tug free the mangled flesh of what was once his left nipple. The air hitting the newly exposed dermal layer caused a hiss of air to rush into his lungs; followed by a round dry heaves as he gagged. How had she learnt to return him from else-he'd-go in his mind.
He would have begged for death if he could still speak. As it were, he had nothing left but death to wait for.
Her smile broadened as she reached up and pressed the nipple passed the flayed passage of his lips to meet his tongue. "Hungry, pet?" she said with a charitable smirk. "Do keep up your strength. We've so much more time spent together to look forward to."
His expression was lost to stark terror at the mere thought. What more could she do? Even as the possibilities washed over him, he lost sight of her as she slipped with fluid grace to what-is-it lay behind him. A moment later, he had his answer.
A small bucket of icy water splashed over the seared flesh of his body eliciting the agonized screams he thought beyond his ability. He could not even take a breath as the agony rushed over his entire body and through to his very soul.
Laughter rang off the walls of the alcove as she enthused at his suffering. As if by magic - and surely it were! - the devilish wench was whispering at his ear. "Ah, pet, how good of you to come back to me!" She flicked her tongue out to taste the meager remnant of his right ear.
His body trembled violently; as if each inch were trying to escape the liquid hell which made the air in the room a new source of equisite pain; well-beyond anything he could have considered enduring. His mind raced ahead of this fresh hell, he could make noise; she had shown him that. Perhaps, perhaps he could tell her. Tears he'd been certain never to fall again drifted down his cheek as he considered the consequence to his people of telling her. The distorted groans he'd tested himself for died out. He had endured so much; surely death could not be so far away.
She twirled in the air, dancing in a carefree way that seemed more suited to fresh grass in a warm spring grove; pausing directly before him, and her arms falling akimbo at her sides. "Have I got such fine news for you, pet!" she gushed. "I'm going to give you one more chance to tell me what I want to know. And, then... no more chances. Ever." Her expression became a portrait of seriousness.
He weighed his ability to endure more of her tortures against the lives of his people, against the younglings of the Shadow Glen. His body began to tremble at the torments to follow; but, he was certain he could only survive another day at most. The younglings would live to hunt and kill this devilish waif; his soul would linger to see that day and consign hers to the Twisting Nether.
A low, gutteral growl rumbled painfully through his throat as he gagged out the word, "N..ever!"
Her expression became curious for only a moment; then she shrugged. she floated nearer to him, eye-to-eye. "We both know you're banking on your ability to die before I finish my ... exploration of your body, little pet." she smiled at him as she spoke, gently running her right index finger along the low-edge of his square jaw. "We both know, you're in no condition for me to properly deconstruct your soul."
Her finger trailed down the center of his throat and slowly meandered lower. He mustered what defiance he had left him inside his soul as he glared at her.
She caught him with her damnable gaze, forcing him to do as she willed. Agonizing, as she pressed her lips to his, parting them and running her long delicate tongue along the inner recesses of his mouth. Her body pressed against his as she wrapped her left hand up along the charred flesh of his head and pressed her lips near to his ear.
She whispered so softly it took moments for his tortured mind to comprehend her seductively spoken words. "However, only *I* know...this." The emerald glow of her eyes surged with intensity as she pressed her right palm flatly to his chest. His body trembled violently at first, as if rejecting the possibilities.
Slow moments passed as the charred flesh was revived, blood began to flow freely in rivulets through the sundered flesh as it began to recover from each and every offending wound. A soft, throaty laugh began to resonate within her and out along the nearby walls as she drifted back and away from him.
Through freshly mended eyes, he tilted his head down to find his entire body restored to its original state of being. Slowly, reality dawned on him. Hesitantly, he allowed his gaze to drift upward to meet her eager eyes.
The malicious laughter began to resound throughout the alcove and deeply into his soul as he began to realize... it would all begin again.
Elune, save me. He swallowed hard, and quickly spoke. "A-Astranaar..."
The laughter stopped abruptly and she canted her head to the side as she reached out and drew herself to glide forward with a finger under his chin. "Astranaar, is she, then?"
He swallowed hard, and nodded; his expression revealing no hint of falsehood. "Astranaar. Looking for someone."
She tilted her head forward, as if in deference to a noble of worth. "Your honesty is greatly appreciated." she smiled at him, before her gaze drifted down toward the nearby set of tools half-astride the eldritch flames. Two delicate fingers floated down to take what looked to be a ball-gag in hand and brought it up to meet the Kal'Dorei's gaze. She moved forward and gently wrapped it across his perfectly sensuous lips; cinching it firmly into place. She whispered in his ear again, her voice full of huskiness as the scent of her womanly desire reached his nose. "Such a shame, you said ... 'Never' first. As I recall." As she drifted backward, she caught his gaze as understanding began in his mind.
As he began to thrash against the restraints, her laughter returned; as did the muffled screams of her victim.
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Such a strange serenity you
Such a strange serenity you posess... as if calmly dissecting a being already dead...
But then, the poor soul already is, really, is he not?
Be kinder than necessary because
everyone you meet is fighting
some kind of battle.
alis volat propris
"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain."
((He is more...
((He is more, I think... dying, than dead. But, I do try to capture the poetry in even the darkest recesses of the humanoid soul.))
(( Loved it enough that it
"Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
((My honor...
((My honor, then, to be your darkened muse. I look forward to reading your works in the near future.))
((wow))
((poor elf. This woman has to be...a priest or healing class.....and good at destruction and construction....I want to MEET HER!!))
You never did know a good
You never did know a good thing when it was right in front of you.
*crosses her arms and leans against the wall, looking almost amused*
Go on then, pursue her. But know this, once you've been shoved thru the meat grinder several times and you tortured soul shattered forever.... don't come crawling back. Ever.
Fret not, love...
I have yet to taste the unsavory sensation others have marked as regret.
((I shall expect you for dinner, my darling...
((I shall expect you for dinner, my darling...
Would you prefer to be served raw, boiled, broiled, or barbequed on a spit over an open fire?
::whimsy in her tone, she waves dismissively:: A jest, dear. I would never forgo the opportunity to explore the inner workings of your mind and soul for the fleeting pleasure that comes of killing you. :) ))
((hmm...
((hmm... for some bizarre reason, my reply to dear Auoregan keep posting under Shrilinda. The second one is for her, tho'. ))
The line
"Such a shame, you said ... 'Never' first. As I recall."
It is a good line. Well done. Now then, where is that sinker?
*grins*
((The sinker...
((The 'sinker' you're looking for was posted just a few hours ago, love. Please, do enjoy yourself.))