Alvarid stood by quietly as he watched the Mistress and her pupil strap Lora's unconscious form to the Beasts' Table. He knew that most prisoners never made it to this table, but the few that did came away broken either physically, mentally, or spiritually. It all depended on Horny's mood that day. The Mistress, Alvarid knew her name but knew better than to use it, also knew that they had waited a full week to give Sonya plenty of time to work on Lora before Horny took his turn. Alvarid did not envy Lora at all. The Reaper has wanted time with her ever since she shot him in the head and the knee. Anyone who actually managed to slow Horny down ends up on his play list.

Alvarid stepped up quickly to the table as the Mistresses stepped away and shook the woman awake. Once Lora's eyes were open, he spoke quietly and quickly. "Lora, you need to stop being stubborn and you need to do in the next minute."

When the woman scoffed, he shook his head and spoke again, "You don't understand. The Mistress has not given up on breaking you, but she's decided to give Horny his turn with you."

Lora, through cracked lips, weakly whispered, "Sounds like a good time."

Alvarid snapped at her then, his patience finally giving in. "He's not going to kill you. Do you not understand that? I've never seen someone leave his table the same person."

At that moment, the Red-haired Mistress approached the table with a bucket full of water and a ladel. Gently, the woman poured water into Lora's mouth, which the Tomb Raider gratefully drank. Alvarid was silent as he watched the Mistress dab water onto Lora's cracked lips, then give the woman more to drink.

Alvarid was about to speak again when a very large red hand landed on his shoulder and squeezed. "Too late Warlock."

Alvarid winced, with a look up at Horny, he turned and walked from the room.

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Mitza, the top Mistress of the Dungeon, watched as the Warlock left the room, then turned back to the Demon, nodded and then walked to stand at the head of the table. The Mistress then glanced over and saw that her newest pupil, Sonya was watching from the shadows. Sonya had yet to know the pleasure of the Reapers' touch, but it was only a matter of time.

Mitza leaned over slightly and looked down into Lora's eyes. "Prepare yourself Tomb Raider. You may be delusional in thinking that the Horned Reaper will be raping your body only, but you will know in advance that you will wish that this was it. His powers extend beyond the physical realm and soon you will know what true torture is."

Lora looked up at the Mistress that she calls Red, "Is this what happened to you? Do you torture so that you can try to make others feel what he made you feel?"

Mitza smiled, "Oh no, I could only wish I could do what he does. Alas, my powers are merely in the physical realm."

Mitza straightened herself and added "One last thing. He has been known to get overzealous at times." Mitza spoke again, this time it was the strange language the Alvarid had used when he used his magic earlier and when she touched Lora's head, a warm feeling spread into Lora's body.

"The magic is a life preserving enchantment. If you begin to die, it will heal you completely, erasing any wounds you may have at the moment." Mitza said again with a smile, and then cast the spell four more times.

Then with sudden brutality, the Reaper stepped between the legs of the Tomb Raider and forced himself into her. Looking down, Mitza smiled as she saw that the woman strapped to the table had bitten her lip hard enough to make it bleed, but had not screamed out. Mitza knew how large the demon was. No non-altered human was as large or as thick.

The Demon paused for a moment when Mitza reached down and with a gentle finger, wiped a drop of blood from Lora's lip, brought it to her mouth, and licked the finger clean. Then she felt her jaw slack when the woman strapped to the table lifted her head and looked the demon in the eyes and through gritted teeth growled, "Is that it, flower boy?"

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Alvarid was honestly surprised. He waited outside the doors to the Torture Chamber for nearly a full ten minutes and had begun to hope that the woman had surrendered before the Horned Reaper could begin. He did not have a personal interest in Lora, but he knew her value as a potential member of the Keepers Dungeon, and the Warlock had seen enough of the damaged souls that were left behind after the Reaper was done that he questioned her potential post-Reaper.

It started low after ten minutes, but before long, the woman was screaming. Alvarid sighed and walked away from the noise and to the sanctuary of his library. An imp would arrive if he was needed again.

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When the Demon was finished, he stepped around the Tomb Raiders mangled body and admired his work. The healing spells were quite handy, as they allowed him to really enjoy himself over and over again while still leaving his play thing whole at the end. Right now, the woman was bleeding from several gouges all along her torso, arms, and legs that had been created by his claws. He was certainly that she was probably bleeding to death internally from the few broken ribs as well as the punishment his mating actions had done. When the Demon stopped by her side, he took one claw and worked under the collar bone of her right shoulder. When she didn't make a sound, he jerked and snapped the bone in have and pulled up out of the skin. The woman let and a strangled cry, coughing up blood.

"Thanks for the good time Darlin'" The Horned Reaper said with a chuckle.

Lora turned her head and spit out a mouthful of blood and weakly whispered, "Leave the money," then spitting out more blood and adding "on the nightstand."

The Demon suddenly laughed aloud, a sound that made everyone within hearing range cringe, and then with a quick motion he tore out the woman's throat. Just as her hear was about to stop, Lora screamed in agony as the last of the healing spells triggered. Lora's cry was broken up as ribs worked themselves out of her right lung, and her collarbone knitted together, the flesh pulling back together and the muscles and tendons reattaching forcefully. In mere moments, the Tomb Raider was lying naked on a table without a single scar left from the Reapers 'affections.'

With a chuckle the Demon looked down at the woman, "I honestly hope you keep that defiant nature. It's more fun that way."

Lora smirked, "You do all you want, and then leave my body completely whole and you expect this to be a way to alter my allegiance?"

The Reaper chuckled, and then laid a hand softly on the stomach of his most recent victim and Lora suddenly cried out in pain at the touch. "Yes, you are strong, and yes you bear not a mark from out play time. You forget all the effort and energy your body expended when the magic pulled you back in one piece. Your body has never done what it has done today and every pore of your skin and ever fiber of muscle in your body is going to be sorer for the next week than it has ever been in your life. Everything that these two women do to you now will be compounded by that fact."

The red-haired mistress smiled, "You think hunger torture was bad when your body was trying to recover from two spikes in your elbows? Those moments will be fond memories by the time we're done with you."

The Reaper turned to leave and had just made it to the door when he suddenly turned and called out to the Tomb Raider, "Oh, and just a thought to keep in mind. Keep this up for a month, and at some point you're going to be fertile, and I haven't had a child in a long time." The demon turned and left at that with a final chuckling comment, "Maybe should be called the Womb Raider then."