Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24123288-20150325215538/@comment-24123288-20150328173326

The Cultist lead Dacian down the hall to a single door at the end of it. He raised his hand, producing a key. The Cultist seemed rather old and weary. He struggled with the lock for a while before opening the door slowly, and letting the light from the torches slowly fill it up.

He stepped in and sighed, looking at Kay in sympathy.

The Imperial was up against the wall, her arms raised. When the gentleman moved even further inside, he could see clearly that she'd had nails driven into her palms to keep her there. She was blindfolded and hung her head low, looking utterly helpless.

It was clear from her face that she had been beaten during the time Nissa spent talking with Dacian. Her cheek was bruised and swollen and part of her lip had burst.

"I c-can't..." Kay whispered hoarsely, thinking it was time for another round. "I can't go through that again..."