Ayre looked up at the man in the white cloaks with disgust. He yanked at the long chains which bound his arms the opposite end of the dark room in anger, but they held strong, keeping his arms outstretched. The hooded man turned to face Ayre with a horrid smirk strewn across his face. Ayre stared at the man with hatred in his eyes, jaw clenched tight.
The man shuffled up close to Ayre, speaking only inches away from his face. Ayre could smell the man's rancid breathe puffing over his nose.
"This is your fault, you know" The gruff voice accused him, "She would still be alive if you had just… listened to me." The man in the cloaks almost chuckled as he taunted his prisoner. Ayre said nothing, only staring at the old man with abhorrence. Ayre's hostility seemingly edging the cloaked man on.
"You have failed, fool" His voice echoed through the chapel's room "And your family has abandoned you!" The old man raised his arms out and looked to the ceiling, "Kormir will soon devour your soul.. and I will have my ascension!" The old man broke into maniacal laughter, rolling his head back as he did so.
After a few moments, he looked back down to face Ayre, a large smile upon his face, waiting for a response. Ayre took the opportunity to spit sap onto the man's face. The smile which had occupied the hooded face quickly turned into an angry grimace. He strode over the wheel which controlled the tightness of the chain's which held Ayre's arms out. The robed man glanced at Ayre before turning the wheel harshly.
Ayre screamed as the dark iron chains which were wrapped around his wrists nearly tore his hands off. They pulled at his arms with extreme force, The chains were attached to wall at a height only inches above Ayre's head, causing his body to be lifted off the ground slightly in the shape of a T. The man held Ayre there, watching him scream in agony, waiting a minute before lowering him back down just enough for his toes to graze the red carpet.
Ayre raised his head and glared at the robed man, breathing heavily. The smirking old man quietly strode down the aisle away from Ayre, exiting the room with satisfaction.
Ayre hung his head. The silence of the room now bearing down upon him. His arms ached, his legs were sore, and yet.. the thing that hurt him the most.. was the fact that no one had noticed he was gone. No one had come to help him, no one cared. This room will be the death of him.