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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 13, 2006 14:51:46 GMT -5
Anger! No one ignores her, no one watches her and says nothing. Agitation set in her eyes, she was angry! Anger and Gracia just didn't seem to mix well, the fragile curtain of her sanity was being ripped down. Ashen eyes looked about frantically, she made her way over to a small box, opening it she grabbed some smelling salts and a dagger. No one ignores her.
Going over to him, she ripped open the small package and waved it beneath his nose. Bringing the dagger up she pressed the tip of it to his shoulder, slowly pushing in wards.
"Answer me"
Her lips curling in anger, baring small sharp teeth she began to dig the daggers tip into his shoulder, blood bubbling up slightly at the first prick. Then pushing harder, and harder until there was a red font running from him. Twisting the salts away from his nose she sprinkled just a little of the mixture in the wound, that would surely wake him up.
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Post by lance on Sept 13, 2006 15:09:50 GMT -5
He watched her... and simply stopped breathing as she held the salts before his nose. Eyes stinging just slightly, he stared into those gray eyes defiantly...
And then whimpered as she carved up his shoulder. His thresholds were almost non-existant at this point. As the dagger scraped along bone, he began huffing, chest heaving...
And then the salt. He couldn't contain a scream, eyes scrunched closed in pain. He relented.
"I'm going to kill you for this, Gracia Rodello. Think of me when you're in hell."
He jerked as much as he could against his bonds, shoulder afire with pain.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 13, 2006 15:15:57 GMT -5
Her hand curled against his cheek, the soft feminine touch that he'd learn to despise soon enough. A tsk issued from lush lips just then as she leaned back a little. Fingertips pressed against the wound at his shoulder once the dagger had been pulled out, staunching the flow of blood for a moment. When he had said he'd kill her she could only smile, hearing the pain and anger deep in his voice.
"You won't kill me. You'll have to take it. For the Empire.."
She insisted upon the Empire, she found that being part of something so great, so grand was of importance to her. So those fingertips pressing upon the heated flesh then pushed forward, grinding the salt into the wound, making sure that he felt that horrible pain.
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Post by lance on Sept 13, 2006 15:31:45 GMT -5
He screamed again. He didn't care any more if she heard him scream. The pain was worse than anything he'd felt in his life, and he'd had occasion to feel a great deal of pain.
He certainly did despise her touch... moreso even than her torture. He felt himself coming close to passing out from the agony... his vision growing spotty and dim... but he gritted his teeth, his vain thrashing renewed. Somehow, he managed to spit words out at her.
"You'll... you'll outlive your... usefulness... someday..."
It was a threat and a curse. He hadn't even thought about it, he'd just said it. The pain was overwhelming. Slowly, he began to black out...
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Post by thomasthane on Sept 13, 2006 17:54:40 GMT -5
:: Well it was eating him alive. Guilt. No Question. As he shifted about, looking for Gracias scent he blinked slightly as he finally caught it, and the scent of blood...thick in the air...he had no idea what to expect as he stalked through the halls of the empire and then down a few slights of stairs, and deeper still off into the darkness..he blinked several times as it was dark...very dark....he frowned and grunted a bit..wasn't afraid of the dark it's self, more afraid of what he might find.
Yes he was the reason lance was in the situation he was in...Indirectly, but still it was eating him like a dog chewing upon a bone. Days before he had given Gracia the drug that she had used to lace that wine with, at least thats what he had been led to beleive and now she was torturing him. Unspeakable things.
He had no idea what she intended to use it for. He expected her to use it on some poor sap outside the empire..not within it...not within it at all! He growled in frustration as his brow moved up a bit...and then..
A Scowl crossed his face as he moved down the path of the dark..his eyes adjusting to it..and then he heard a chewing sound and a gods forsaken snarling aswell...and glanced side long into the room where lance was previously...blood about, a man laying on the table who by this point appeared to be half gone..and a Box sitting on the table pullin in various viscera from the body...he almost threw up, and promptly reached out and jerked shut the door..as he didn't want that creature tailing him as he moved through the darkness.
The thought crossed his mind that Gracia might of fed Lance to that...Thing..whatever it was...He figured it was that "Box" she had told him about..and he really didn't want any part of it.
He continued to move forward, and spied the large men figuring these guys were dumb as a box of rocks he slipped by them in the darkness, and slipped into the room where he smelled the blood, and gracias scent...Lance's aswell now too..and eyes widend in the darkness..he narrowed them, they glowed red slightly, and his ears mantled upwards..it looked as if he were some night terror himself in the shadows..as he stepped out into the small amount of light he could only utter...::
[glow=blue,2,300]"What in the blue hell...hath ye done...."[/glow]
The scowl stayed on his face, as he flared his chi outward, but this wasn't his normal chi...no not at all...the darker variety brought outward by deeper emotions....He just wasn't sure what to do or say...
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 13, 2006 18:05:54 GMT -5
Her head had snapped upwards, her hands cradling Lance's face, still stroking. Eyes flashing towards Thomas as if there was an unnatural thing deep within her. That smile that pulled at her lips once she had a audience to show Lance to, she stood up and dug her nails slightly into his jaw pulling his head upwards so that Lance looked at Thomas.
"Thomas...i'm glad you've come. I was teaching Lance a lesson. I want him to feel the Empire deep within. To watch as his anger unfurls and love for his Empire grows"
Glancing down at Lance then her hand slid down over his naked chest, nails leaving behind ragged welts and stopping at his abdomen Pressing the palm of her hand there.
"I want him to always take this with him. Isn't it a fabulous idea? And doesn't' the look absolutely beautiful...with his blood, and his anger"
Something had finally snapped within those silver eyes. It was dark, gruesome and quite honestly who knew how she'd find her center again. Then responding to Lance.
"Oh Lance, please..you realize that many have promised to do me in before...I want you to hate me"
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Post by lance on Sept 13, 2006 18:16:00 GMT -5
A different voice... for quite some time, the world had been only himself, and Gracia, and the relationship of torturer and victim. Lucidity returned slowly as Gracia jerked his head, eyes opening as slits. Thane. What was he doing here? He really didn't seem the type to take part in such grisly affairs.
His mouth opened slightly as she dragged her nails down his chest. The pain was actually much less than most of what she had done, but her touch was like poison to him. His head fell back to where it had been resting on table, and he looked to her, expression almost sleepy, but pained.
Why did she want him to hate her? He did. If he ever had the chance to do away with her without being discovered, she would be dead... or at least made to suffer as much as he had.
"You... aren't worth hating."
His voice was barely a whisper.
"You drugged a teenager... and tortured him. That isn't evil..."
He braced himself... fairly certain that her response would be the most savage bit of savagery she'd wrought upon him yet.
"It's pathetic."
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 13, 2006 18:18:55 GMT -5
Anger, it coursed through her renewed and suddenly she let his head drop hand coming down to that wounded shoulder. Nail digging into that wound, testing the young skin and muscle, blood bubbling outwards as she dug her thumb harder in and her breathing came in quick rushes.
"Pathetic.....pathetic is how you fell so easily..how you cried out so easily...how i'm going to make you cry"
Irritation set deep within her eyes as she sighed and yawned a bit once she pulled her hand away. Bloodied hand coming up to rub at the back of her neck.
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Post by thomasthane on Sept 13, 2006 18:44:01 GMT -5
::He wasn't sure what he could do..or hell even further say, it was clear she wasnt going to stop now..and well he had to do soemthing..dug around in his satchel quickly as she spoke to lance once more and the torture parade continued, he pulled out a sack from his satchel...strangely enough and began to advance on her holding the sack out...Lance could see what infact was about to happen..but did he warn her...he'd be a fool to do so!::
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Post by lance on Sept 13, 2006 18:54:32 GMT -5
Her reply was drowned out by his anguished scream... His body jerked as he tried desperately to get up and away from that table, but it was to no avail. He wasn't sure that his shoulder was ever going to be quite right after this.
If Gracia didn't intend him to die, he hoped she had some sort of plan regarding all the blood he was losing. He was on the verge of collapsing constantly... the only thing keeping him awake was the pain.
He was starting to believe the things she said. He had been stupid to drink the wine. And he should have used his one chance to escape a little more wisely. The biggest mistake he had made was to think he knew what Gracia was capable of.
Slowly the world faded away... Gracia, Thane, agony. All of it. There was nothing but Lance. Poor little Lance. Another tragic casualty of life.
No. He'd played the hand he'd been dealt well. Better than any other unwanted child he could think of. The figure of Lance, on the table, sighed. He imagined what he must look like... bloody and broken. Weak. Worthless.
Maybe he would emerge from this... better. Warier, most definitely.
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 14, 2006 1:40:55 GMT -5
Poor Lance indeed!
She eyed the writhing figure, who was coming in and out of consciousness. Her mouth widened a bit and then she glanced over at Thomas, a nod to him.
That nod set off a series of events that would make Thomas wish that he'd never stepped in this place. Arms grappled quickly by the two oafs as he was dragged backwards, back , and back to a contraption. Around his forehead, arms, chest and various other parts straps of leather to tie him down and he was unable to move. To just stand there and watch the agony of which Lance was about to go through.
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Post by thomasthane on Sept 14, 2006 1:54:57 GMT -5
:: He didn't expect it, as he was snagged, and dragged backwards by the brutes and strapped into whatever kind of contraption it was, he couldn't even struggle all that much and blinked several times and growled and snarled in gracias direction
[glow=green,2,300]"Damnit! Let me go!! Isn't torturing the boy enough for ye?! " [/glow]
He sincerely was freaking out by this point and couldn't help but wonder why exactly she wanted him restrained...then it dawned on him, she wanted him to watch what she did next...half considered closing his eyes..but he wasn't a coward that was for damn sure..but he also wasn't fond of the idea of watching lance be tortured more, and he struggled against his bonds more...realizing they were extremely tight..he stopped..and waited....growling still..tails swishing this way and that..he hadn't truly given up..was just waiting as cats tended to do..for that right moment..if it would ever come that is..::
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Post by unholyhorror on Sept 14, 2006 7:20:36 GMT -5
Silent, still like stone this quadruped organism came to life with a sniff of the air. Rigid muscles moving forward, first one step, then the other and suddenly straightening of back with feline grace, transformation had taken place. Turning round the corner, the scream of man made the head snap to one side, tongue slithered out, forked and menacing and suddenly it disappeared between black lips. Another tongue emerged, this the horror who's nightmares she molds.
Scream torn through the air, quick movements forward a flurry of thick brocade dress, strange zig zag movements and shoulders lifting, left and right so high, so strange as muscles readied for pleasure. Organism appeared as woman, scratch and creak of wooden floors as feet moved faster.
Stopping, organism's head tilts, flicker of eyes all black, no whites, no color. Paper white face, dry as sandpaper, a twitch of it from left to right. Continuing to move from hallway to hallway, searching needing to find that scent of blood, to feel the waste. Beast, it smells it, head tilts forward and another wail. As if it were calling her name.
- Rakha.....-
Playful that nightmare scream, thick black tongue protrudes. Feeling the air, head snaps to one side. Again another scream.
- Rahka...-
The priest had pulled her from the depths long ago, helping her claw through her maternal organism's putrid body. About to snap the neck of the paper-white almost dead child who had fed on the rot that was left. Gums chewing and squalling angrily, squalling so hard that the priest had grabbed around her throat and squeezed, her voice now years later a croak, the terror that pulled at f**** who didn't know anything. Saved by Emperor Shane, forever she'd serve and bring horror and pain. Stop at the door, push it open to see Unholy, no other scent inside still living. Turning, oculars focus on strange eared organism, moving forward horror dripping, tongue snaked out, almost half a foot as she felt the air. Obscene gesture with it as she eyed the thing held back so long and with a rattled breath stopped on his left, to the right feeling at his arm, fur beneath black tongue.
- Rakha -
It spoke as it leaned back and forth between light and dark. Fur beginning to spring up around her skin, so white, copying feline creature then squirming beneath the skin as muscles adjust and face does too. Turn of her head to Gracia, head dipping then sliding up as if coming from within a tunnel.
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Post by lance on Sept 14, 2006 9:46:09 GMT -5
An abeyance of agony, however temporary. Something was happening. As he drifted in and out of consciousness, his lucid dreams a torture in their own right, eyes opened as slits to get abreast of the situation.
He saw Gracia's goons jostling... Thane. Yes. Thane was there. Why? Was Gracia cleaning house on all the less evil members of the Empire's enforcers? Would Gant be dragged in next, tortured, changed? His eyes closed again.
In his mindscape, he was reliving his life. Childhood, adolescence, the recent past. His mother, so silent, so hateful. His father hanging limp from a noose, eyes agog, tongue lolling out. Kenji...
He couldn't help but see these scenes. Hear voices and percieve silences, all of the situations that had brought him here, had made him himself. He was so absorbed in his own misery that.. the creature's entrance was unknown to him, as well as its actions.
He knew there was more pain coming, and so he tried desperately to escape the miasma of his memory. He was covered in cold sweat, and blood... his blood.
All glory to the Emperor...he thought as consciousness once again fled.
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Post by thomasthane on Sept 14, 2006 12:35:29 GMT -5
:: Eyes widend as the horror began to touch at his fur, and hell even pay him attention in the current "captive audience" state he was in...truly he didn't want any part of her...it...whatever it was, and tried to take a swipe at her, recalling he was stuck in the position he was in..it was a snap response to attack..and against his own damn will as she rubbed at that furry arm he began to purr ever so slightly
[glow=green,2,300]"Gah...damnit...stop that! " [/glow]
He hissed at himself and continued to struggle violently not having any clue what this was intending and glanced over at gracia again, wasn't looking for sympathy that was for damn sure but he wanted to be cut loose, and if he wasn't this might get a little violent...he did not like its touch at all it made him shiver, but that cat in him is what was causing the purr...it was a bad situation for him all across the board...and glanced at lance again wondering if he was waning on to the next life at the rate he was going..he wasn't moving too much at all by now...::
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