Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141124222250/@comment-3293219-20141127095607

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Kud-Jet's head shot up as the screams of a young woman pierced his dreams, like an arrow. His eyes widened and he gasped, quickly realising that he had been strapped to a chair, his wrists and ankles were bound to it as was his head.

The Argonian made an attempt to pull at them but found that they were incredibly rigid, he could even move his arm, no matter how much he focussed on it. He quickly looked up, to see where he was and noticed that he was in a dimly lit room. Before him was the ghastly sight of Nadira, stripped of all her clothing, her arms tied to chains, that suspended her in front of him, her head hung and she panted, seething from the pain.

"Oh good..." Damasus' voice echoed, followed by his foot steps before he appeared in the light, holding a whip.

"You're awake..."

Kud-Jet felt himself overcome by rage at the sight of the Lieutenant, he clenched his fists and tried to lung for him but unfortunately, only rattled the cage.

"You fucker, I'm going to..."

"Listen, is what you're going to do and then? You'll tell me everything that I want to know..." The Imperial replied before snapping his whip, striking Nadira, just below her shoulder blade, causing her to scream out in pain as her head shot up and she bawled her lungs out before going limp again.

"Or your girlfriend's torso is going to look like an areal map of Elsweyr..."

"Wh-What do you even want!?" The Argonian spluttered, getting a smile from the bandit as he realised that he had his attention.

"Information, basically... There were four of you, obviously there are more, there's a camp as you weren't weighed down with stuff. I also noticed that two of your comrades fled and quit the field, I'd like to know where they went..."

"D-Don't tell him..." Nadira whispered, her voice raspy and dry as she looked up to the Argonian, with tear filled, vengeful eyes.

"Don't tell him a fuckin' thing!"

The Imperial quickly whipped her again, to keep her quiet, this time striking one of the many cuts on her back and making her scream even louder.

"Be quiet hon, the grown ups are talking..." Damasus said, bitterly as he turned back to Kud-Jet, who could do nothing but watch in horror as Nadira slouched in front of him.

"Well?"

The Argonian looked up to Damasus, his eyes filled with hatred as he tightened his fists, he had never been trained to resist torture of any kind but he'd be damned if he sold his comrade's out. Even if it meant that Nadira had to die...

"It doesn't matter... When they get here, you're screwed anyway, you're living on borrowed time."

"We're all living on borrowed time, sooner or later we're forced to pay our debt...

You, however, can avoid paying your debt, if you just tell me where your little gang of upstarts are hiding."

"In an Oblivion gate..." The Argonian seethed, prompting Damasus to shake his head in disgust before whipping Nadira again, this time on the lower back, to create a new gash. She cried out, accordingly.

"He doesn't seem to care much about your well being, does he? I mean, I don't like to do this, as effective as it is, still makes me feel wrong." The Imperial sighed as soon as Nadira had stopped screaming and hung her head again...

"Then... S-Stop..." Nadira gasped, her hands trembled in their restraints...

"Just... S-Stop..."

"I want to and I will, the second that your comrade tells me what I need to know."

All eyes fell on Kud-Jet, some hopeful, some sympathetic, some curious as to how he would react. What would be considered betrayal here? Letting Nadira, a friend and superior officer be flogged to death or to sacrifice her beliefs to save her.

No, Sebastian and Jane were at that base, if they died, Nadira would wish that she was dead. The Argonian couldn't break...

"You'll... K-Know where they are, soon enough, wh-when they're slitting your throat." He whispered, hanging his own head in disgust. He expected Damasus to lash her gain but he did something unexpected...

He dropped his whip to the ground and wandered over to the captive Argonian, crouching down in front of him. Staring him down, with a vengeful gaze as he slowly reached into his pocket and drew a small blade, the Argonian's eyes were fixed on it as the blade was slowly brought up to his neck, where Damasus held it.

The sharp edges dug into the lizard's neck, drawing a small amount of blood as more pressure was applied. Their eyes met and for that brief moment, nobody knew what Damasus was about to do, not even he did...

"I wonder what that's like..." He muttered before quickly slashing the blade across his throat. The Argonian instantly gasped as the blood poured out of his neck and down his breastplate. He jerked his head back, trying to breathe as the light in his eye slowly dimmed. It wasn't long before he went limp himself, slouching in the chair...

Nadira cried out as soon as she realised what had happened, it was so fast, that Kud-Jet was close to death before she could respond but all she could give was a desperate 'no!' as the Argonian bled to death before her.

"Someone clean this up!" Damasus snapped, turning back to his men and pocketing his knife.

"I want the patrol doubled, I want scouts in every tower and I need Cynara on top form!

Move, now!"

The guards nodded and disbanded, leaving the Imperial alone, with the Breton, who now sobbed by his feet. Damasus seemed to ignore her cries as he slowly paced around the room as he admired the equipment that he never got to use.

If he was forced to confess, he didn't know how to use some of it and hoped to experiment one day.

"You're... A monster..." Nadira whispered, in a broken voice from both pain and exhaustion.

"We all are..." Damasus replied, slowly approaching her and picking up his whip.

"Some of us are the kind of monsters that would slit a man's throat, others are the kind of monsters that would stab a man and leave him to die, in a burning building.

And don't you fucking dare lie and say that you wouldn't have done the same to me..."

"I... Wouldn't lie...

I... Wish that... You were in that... Ch-Chair..."

Damasus chuckled a little, at least she was honest about it, he'd imagine that she'd go a lot further than he planned to as well.

"I'm sure that you'd enjoy that a great deal and as much as I'd like to be at the mercy of a cute red head, I've got a house to defend." Damasus mocked before heading over to the door, his foot steps echoed, throughout the room, though they grew quieter, with every step.

"What... Happens to me now?" Nadira panted as Damasus reached the door, prompting him to turn around to address her.

"Now? Not sure, if everything goes well, I might come down here for some more fun before the end...

Otherwise, I'll leave that up to Cynara..."

"Cynara?"

"Aye... She's the sweetest little thing, knows a lot, too much for one person to know, if you ask me. Still, she's good at finding fear, if I ask her to..."

"F-Fear? I... I don't understand..."

"Well, don't worry, you will, soon enough. I'm afraid that you and I must part now, got shit to do, got friends to kill... Friends of yours, of course..." He then readied the whip, letting it fall to his side once more.

"I've had a wonderful evening, this wasn't it mind you but still..." He then lashed at her once more, striking just below her ribs this time, winding her in the process and preventing her from screaming, causing her to merely shudder.

"Nice ass..."

The Imperial left her to her misery, getting ready for what was about to come, he'd armour himself up and take a weapon, instead of a chance. Sure, it could be two jackasses but he'd never risk the possibility that they had an army at their back.

He hoped that they had an army at their back...