Iron chains groaned heavily as the figure shifted upon it's knees. A deep chortle filled the room, the noise flowing without restraint, making the figure cringe. Blood oozed slowly from the various cuts that ranged in size. Lacerations, deep and shallow, countless abrasions upon the forearms and wrists as well. Ruptrued blood vessels, resulting in the discoloration of their skin. A minute exhale fell from the prisoners lips. Bound like a pig ready for slaughter, the darkened figure refused to open their eyes.
"My...Look at how the blood just flows from your body, such a lovely color of red, don't you think?" The first voice chimmed in, a more feminine voice.
"I do love it, the way it clashes with his skin, I've yet to see such a vibrant color of red and green before..." A different voice spoke this time, sounding far more enthused than the other.
"Don't even get me started about those wonderful blue eyes...I just wish to rip them out, and stare at them for hours.." His nostrils flared at the statement, still refusing to open his eyes as the voice now spoke in a low murmur. Gritting his teeth, he tugged at the chains with what ounce of strength he had left; which wasn't left mind you, only to be met with far more resistance than he would of liked.
How long had it been now? Years, months, days, hours, minutes? He had lost all perception of time and day in this hell hole. The thought of food came to his mind, but he wouldn't dare speak aloud of this, for fear of what may happen, again.
The audible noise of footsteps closing towards him made his whole body become rigid, muscles tensing weakly against the iron chains.
"Now..Darling Gujarek, are you ready to comply..." He remained silent.
"You can start by calling me your Mistress, and then, we can put this whole thing behind us.." The female figure smiled, showing a row of brilliant white teeth. A more sadistic grin than anything.
On his knees, the Orc Warrior's arms were raised to the sides, up at a Forty-five degree angle and bound not only by the wrists, but his legs and waist as well. Gritting his teeth, the black strands of hair stuck to his face and neck from a collection of sweat, blood, caked dirt, and so on.
"...Go fuck yourself, bitch..." Gujarek now opened his eyes, spitting in the direction of where he assumed the voice had come from. A complete miss, she was now behind him. Quickly lifting her foot, she drove the heel of her boot into the mid-section of his back. A stiffled groan was all she was rewarded with, his body practically numb.
"Ah, we're still in that phase of our relationship, are we? Very well...Perhaps another three days with the Shamans shall...Straighten your thoughts out. And then you'll understand my proposition" Grinning, she drew her finger gently across his jaw before walking off again.
"Send them in again, Carter. He needs to learn his place still" Another sadistic laugh, but this time, more joined in on the rejoicing. Gujarek knew exactly what this ment, yet again, another three days of torture and pain that would cause him to fade in and out of conciousness, cause his heart to stop countless times, only to have them bring him back. There was no getting out of this, Death was no sweet release like how he thought it would be. Perhaps he should fold? Glaring, he cursed under his breath for dare thinking such a thing.
"Just wait til these...Chains are off, Shamans...I'll show you the true meaning of pain.." A collection of laughs followed suit to his threat as the footsteps entered the room, and now he opened his eyes to meet each of them. In one's hand, a whip with a plethora of thorns and a daggered tip. The other made of some metal material, but it harnessed the energy of the storms, crackling with the hum of electricity. The last glowed with a vibrant red, burning pulse of fire and magma.
"Perhaps now you'll learn, Gujarek. Perhaps now you'll learn..." The first shaman drew back, lashing out towards the Orc's back. The energy clapping against his body, creating a dark mark into his green flesh, filling the air with the pungent smell of burning flesh. It pulsed through his body and made his spasm in the chains and restraints. No audible noises such as screams, just a guttural noise. More lashes followed, and the Orc was quick to fade into darkness.
Perhaps I should fold...