The Confession of Iago
The torture room was a darkly lit place, full of shadows cast by the few candles scattered around the place. Iago briefly wondered if there was a mandate out there saying that all torture rooms had to be like this. Probably not, Cassio didn't have the imagination to issue such an order; Othello might have if he were still living and wasn't an innocent fool. Just as he was beginning to consider if they might have forgotten about him, his torturer entered the room. A big, burly man dressed in all black (naturally); complete with mask, walked up to where Iago was hung up upon the rack. His eyes rested upon Iago and studied him with a surprisingly intelligent gaze. "Not to injured then, I hope?" he inquired, indicating to Iago's wound. Iago responded with stony silence, as promised. This line of questioning rather bored him, since he knew exactly what the man was trying to do. After all he done the same thing to Othello not so long ago, except with far more finesse. "I was told of your vow, and the new governor has informed me that should you reveal your motives for killing the general and his wife, your torture will cease immediately. You'll still hang of course but at least that shall be a quick death. The choice is yours." The man waited a moment for Iago to respond and was once more met with silence he grinned. Iago also knew that grin as well from times past; it was the grin of a man about to some highly nasty work and was going to enjoy every second of it.
A/N: Just a quick introductory chapter to set things up.