''No! Please no! Have mercy!'' the human cried out as his finger was gripped between the sharp jaws of the tool. His torturer looked upon him sadistically, reveling in his fear and anguish. The human's eyes were wide with pure horror as the man before slowly started putting pressure on the pincer he was holding. ''PLEASE!''

SNAP

His final plea was not enough to stop the cruel creature from snapping his finger off his hand, cutting straight through the bone. The finger fell down onto the floor, the man's hand dripped blood into the already existing puddle beneath the table like structure he was chained to. His body was full of clearly visible cuts, his face contorted in pain and horror, his mouth open in a silent scream. Finally he let out a grunt of pain. His throat was sore and burning, something caused by the drowning torture he had to go through previously.

The dungeon that they currently were in looked just as sinister and creepy as this torture chamber. It was underground, several cells were underneath the mansion that lay somewhere deep in the forest. The mansion was left abandoned when the corruption crept onto the islands. Of course, Thresh found good uses for it's dungeons and torture chamber, he barely came out of the dungeon.

''screaming won't do you any good'' his torturer mumbled, his green sinister flames flaring up with excitement. ''But it's music to my ears'' He lifted his scythe up in the view of his victim, the sharp blade glowing in the dim light of the chamber. ''I will make you scream...'' he said as he dug the tip into the man's chest. ''...and beg...'' he dug it even further, slowly, agonizingly. The man was already screaming from the pain. ''... for me to relieve you'' He stopped just before the tip of the weapon would reach his heart. ''But I never will'' with that final saying he ripped the scythe out with enough force to send pieces of flesh through the air. The man nearly screamed out his lungs as his chest was opened, leaving it naked to the eye. The center of his chest thumbed visibly, meaning that his heart was only covered by an inch of flesh and bone.

The maniacal laughter of the specter filled the air as he enjoyed the torture he was giving the man. But he stopped himself mid laugh as he heard a loud crash near the doorway. In a flash he twisted his body to face the door, his scythe already having left his hand and going directly for the intruder. A satisfying clang was heard as the chain made contact, and with a sharp tug the victim was pulled towards him with such force that made the intruded fly in his direction. Once close Thresh grasped it around his neck and lifted it off the floor.

''What are you doing here?'' he asked, his flames raging behind him angrily. Someone had invaded his home, interrupted his work. They would pay. He lifted the intruder higher so the light of his lantern would hit him. His spectral eyes slightly widened as he recognized who it was. ''what are you doing in my home?'' he asked, his anger still not having subsided.

The female before him struggled to remove the hand from around her throat. Even though she were undead, she still needed some essential life essences. Realizing that she wouldn't be able to talk in her current position he removed his hand, but before the woman could pull away from him he took hold of her wrists and forcefully pushed her against the wall. She hit her head against the wall, causing to close her eyes momentarily and hiss. ''Why are you here?'' he demanded once more.

The woman looked at him defiantly. While most people would cower under his unearthly gaze she did not waver. In fact, she challenged him. ''why are you here?!'' he demanded again, moving his face closer to hers as if to intimidate her. It didn't affect her in any way however. ''I simply came here to see what you do'' she answered, surprising the specter. With a growl coming from deep within his being he gave her wrists one hard shove before letting her go. As she was finally free she rubbed her wrists. Red spots formed where his gauntlets had dug into her skin.

Of course this wasn't the first time someone was interested in his work. Yorick and Hecarim came by many times to see his work. But it put him off that this woman looked a lot more human than any other undead. He could feel her soul, but it was faint and vague, as if it wasn't fully there. He wanted it, but he knew that taking the souls of the ones that live on the shadow isles was forbidden, and even he would not dare break that rule.

She looked far too human for his liking. ''Just don't get in my way'' he said, placing his scythe back on his belt and his lantern floating beside him to give him light. He continued his torture on the man that had stayed quietly on the bench, not dead. He could never die. He would feel pain but he would not die or fall unconscious. That was the eternal torment promised to those that came to the shadow isles. Eternal torture by the hands of the chain warden.

Zaphara stayed true to the warden's condition. She stayed in the background, occasionally looking over his shoulder to see his work. Not once did he feel disturbed by any questions or actions, for she remained in the corner with her mouth shut, only watching. Finally, after about an hour of torture he finally stopped. He cleaned his tools with a piece of cloth that was already stained with blood. During his session had had truly completely forgot about the spectator, and was surprised to see her still standing in the corner. he silently continued to clean his tools, placing them back in their rightful places.

Finally she spoke. ''Have you ever tried the Tongue tearer or the Heretics Fork?'' she suggested. He turned to her, raising a non-existent eyebrow at her suggestion. How did she know about these torture devices. These things definitely weren't part of common knowledge. Only those that worked with them knew their names. ''Yes I have them right there. Why?'' She shrugged at his question. ''Just thought it would be fun to see'' This peaked his curiosity. So this woman was interested in torture, his favorite hobby. Hecarim and Yorick were only interested in the reactions of the victims, but they never asked about how the tools worked. They didn't see the art in torture. Not like she did.

''If you want you can come over for my next session. I should have a fresh soul. They break easily'' He said with a small chuckle as he turned to the male that was still slowly dripping blood. He had fallen silent during their conversation, but that was only because Thresh had stopped the torture. His whole body was numb.

With a wave of the spectre's hand the body of the chained man turned green and quickly turned into a orb of light like she had seen before. Thresh moved his lantern, and it sucked up the now weak soul. The woman kept looking at him, her hood disappeared from her head somewhere along the session due to it being in the way. With her face now fully exposed he could see that she was thinking, contemplating on something. ''I actually don't have anywhere to stay'' The warden sighed deeply. Somehow he knew that this was coming. After all, she had only come to the Isles recently and it's not like there was an empty house waiting for her arrival.

''take one of the rooms in the mansion. Just don't bother me'' he said dismissively as he started walking back into the hall. Behind his back the woman held a mischievous smile on her beautiful lips. She already found something that enabled him to talk. Torture was his thing, his being, his purpose. Now she could only hope he would open up to her and she could finally start.