Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151017130502/@comment-5583506-20151024031213

Shakti peaked around the corner and flinched at the sight. Her sisters... They were all there. Strapped up against the wall as if they were decorative pelts. Suri, ever so stoic and surly; Sari, with a smirk on her lips even in the most unrealistic of situations; and poor little Siri, trembling like an aspen leaf at the sight of the torturer in front of them who was preparing his tools.

"Now", he said with a smug smile as he held up a pair of calipers, demonstrating his tools of trade. "Which one of you kitties needs to have their claws withdrawn first?" he asked with a shrug.

Siri whimpered and began to sniff uncontrollably.

"Take Suri first", shrugged Sari. "She is made of stone so that claw you were referring to is more likely to crush you."

"Sari, please", muttered Suri lowly. "Try to have a little decency. Father would be ashamed of you."

"Khajiit is sorry, but she would rather not see little Siri suffer from those calipers. Would you?"

Suri raised an eyebrow. "So, why didn't you volunteer?"

Sari scoffed. "And make a dent in her well-polished claws? No, thank you."

"Oh, gods... Shut up!" growled the torturer. "You there!" he said and pointed at Siri with the calipers. "You are getting lucky today. The captain wouldn't want to screw damaged goods after all. Since he will be here any moment I guess I will be starting with... You!" he pointed at Sari.

Now, it was Suri's time to shrug. "Sucks for your well-polished claws, sister. Yes?"

Sari's face turned stern. "Shut up, bitch."

As the torturer advanced onto Sari, Shakti leapt out from the shadows with her spear, thrusting it through the man's shoulder and pinning him against the wall.

He groaned in pain. "What... What the hell?!" he coughed.

Shakti's face had twisted into a grimace of pure, primal rage. "You like to torture people, eh? Let Khajiit pay you in kind..."

"Shakti!" exclaimed Siri, tears running from her eyes.

"Look away, sister. This one doesn't want you to see this."

The young Khajiit did as her oldest sister told her and closed her eyes. She could only hear the insane screams of the torturer as he cried out in unspeakable agony, when Shakti plucked his eyes out by the optic nerve with the help of the calipers.

"Sheesh", murmured Sari and raised an eyebrow. "A little... bit excessive, eh?"

Shakti's ears had gone numb after a while, after hearing all the screams the torturer had let out. She pulled her spear free from his corpse and watched as it sank to the floor, unrecognisable in comparison to what he had looked like before.

"Utahsi", she said. "Free this one's sisters. Shakti will keep watch."