Shinnok stood before his two sons, he lent back before slapping Rayden,
hard across his face. The beating continued for more than an hour. More
of Rayden's blood was spilled, staining his dirty robes even more. Kahn
held his brother up; he held his arms tightly behind him. "I want to hear
you scream and beg!"
Two more hours later Shinnok held Rayden up, with the other hand he kept striking him in the face over and over. More blood, than humanly possible, spilled down the Thunder God's face.
His eyes were tightly closed; his teeth gritted as he tried to prevent the scream of anguish that wanted to escape. "Scream, damn you!"
After a while Shinnok dropped Rayden to the stone floor, he looked down at his son with a look of disdain on his face. "Bastard." Shinnok hissed. He pointed to the far wall, a long, evil, looking whip hung. "Get it."
Rayden lay crumpled; tears of pain ran down his cheeks. "Stop, please." He whispered through gritted teeth. His chest heaved violently with every cough brought up blood. "This really is starting to be fun." The Thunder God's father stepped back, fiercely kicking the side of his head. He finally cried out, as his body rolled over until Rayden's face was pressed against the cold floor.
Kahn stood watching, excitement gleaming in his eyes. Shinnok brought his foot down on his back. A sickening crack resonated through the throne room.
White-hot pain surged through Rayden's body, his vision exploded with blinding light. A scream, screams of eminence pain and torture was ripped from Rayden. His head reared back, and then he slumped forward against the floor again.
He nearly lost cousinouses, but the pain kept bringing him back. They nearly fell over with laughter at the site of Rayden, laying, hurt on the floor. Kahn could hear quiet, muffled sobs as he began to cry.
"Father...he's crying!" Shinnok stopped laughing, sneering down at Rayden. "I always knew you were a weakling!"
He kicked him again. "Stop crying!" Rayden pressed his face harder against the floor, trying in vain to be quiet; he did not want another beating. He managed to stop crying, but began a small whimpering sound. "Whimper and beg all you want, but you will draw no sympathy from me!" Shinnok snapped his fingers. "Kahn, throw him back in his cell! You can have him for a while, but I warn you Do Not Kill Him!" He bowed. "Yes, father."
He drug his brother back to the cell, Rayden was too weak to even stand, let alone walk. Kahn threw him up against the wall of the cell. But Rayden slid down to the floor, now uncousiness.
"Wake up! Dammit wake up!" Kahn yelled, violently shaking him. "Damn you, wake up!" But he remained uncousiness. He stood up. "I'll just have to come back when you wake up, dear brother."
Two more hours later Shinnok held Rayden up, with the other hand he kept striking him in the face over and over. More blood, than humanly possible, spilled down the Thunder God's face.
His eyes were tightly closed; his teeth gritted as he tried to prevent the scream of anguish that wanted to escape. "Scream, damn you!"
After a while Shinnok dropped Rayden to the stone floor, he looked down at his son with a look of disdain on his face. "Bastard." Shinnok hissed. He pointed to the far wall, a long, evil, looking whip hung. "Get it."
Rayden lay crumpled; tears of pain ran down his cheeks. "Stop, please." He whispered through gritted teeth. His chest heaved violently with every cough brought up blood. "This really is starting to be fun." The Thunder God's father stepped back, fiercely kicking the side of his head. He finally cried out, as his body rolled over until Rayden's face was pressed against the cold floor.
Kahn stood watching, excitement gleaming in his eyes. Shinnok brought his foot down on his back. A sickening crack resonated through the throne room.
White-hot pain surged through Rayden's body, his vision exploded with blinding light. A scream, screams of eminence pain and torture was ripped from Rayden. His head reared back, and then he slumped forward against the floor again.
He nearly lost cousinouses, but the pain kept bringing him back. They nearly fell over with laughter at the site of Rayden, laying, hurt on the floor. Kahn could hear quiet, muffled sobs as he began to cry.
"Father...he's crying!" Shinnok stopped laughing, sneering down at Rayden. "I always knew you were a weakling!"
He kicked him again. "Stop crying!" Rayden pressed his face harder against the floor, trying in vain to be quiet; he did not want another beating. He managed to stop crying, but began a small whimpering sound. "Whimper and beg all you want, but you will draw no sympathy from me!" Shinnok snapped his fingers. "Kahn, throw him back in his cell! You can have him for a while, but I warn you Do Not Kill Him!" He bowed. "Yes, father."
He drug his brother back to the cell, Rayden was too weak to even stand, let alone walk. Kahn threw him up against the wall of the cell. But Rayden slid down to the floor, now uncousiness.
"Wake up! Dammit wake up!" Kahn yelled, violently shaking him. "Damn you, wake up!" But he remained uncousiness. He stood up. "I'll just have to come back when you wake up, dear brother."