WARNING, THIS POST CONTAINS DEPICTIONS OF TORTURE
Martsia couldn't tell what time it was, but she knew her body felt heavy, her limbs tingled numb. She heard scraping and clattering sounds near her and tried to glance over. She was startled when Bortun kicked her chair over onto the floor, slamming her head against the hard floor of the cellar.Â
"Fu..cker..." She gasped out. Nothing wanted to work, it was hard to even blink at this point.Â
"Ya shoulda known this was next, sis! Ye didn't agree to any o our demands....ya been escapin an even converted Mort to yer side." He said, slowly sharpening a knife in his hands. Around him he had an array of strange devices. One was a jar of oil. Another was a needle. She didn't understand what was happening, but she wanted to leave. She wanted to leave now. Her limbs still failed her and she let out a startled gasp when he placed the heel of his boot none too gently against her ribs. "Just agree to our demands and we'll let ya go after the babe is born!"
"N...ever." She gritted out. He sighed and reared back, slamming his foot into her left side, hearing a loud crack. She couldn't help but scream...a sound heard by Mortine and Kershaw in the next cellar.Â
"What is he doing to her?" Mortine asked, struggling against his restraints. His arrow had been weaker than hers, he'd already regained most of his strength. "Kill me...do what you want just stop hurting he-" Everything went white, the last sound he heard was the whistle of air against the iron poker as he was hit in the head with it. He could feel blood flowing freely down the left side of his face and let out a soft sob.Â
"Ye will be good...and just wait...and listen." Kershaw said, raising the iron again and watching his son flinch. "Good boy."
"Ye....SONOFA-" She let out a harsh cry as he kicked her again, and he left her there.
~~~~WARNING....it gets a bit Gory?~~~~
Bortun sighed and walked over to the table and picked up a large silver spoon and poured some oil into it, holding it over a small torch he had set upon the wall. He watched it until it bubbled and then walked over to her. She couldn't move, she couldn't fight...she could only wait. He purposefully spilled some of the hot oil onto her arm, and watched as she helplessly cried out. He finally knelt next to her and stared her in the face.
"Just do as we say and it will all be over! I won't do any more." She could feel it in her mind...shouting at her to just do what they said...but the outcome was far worse than this...she wouldn't. He apparently had waited long enough, and he sighed, holding the spoon above her right eye. "Suit yourself."
Mortine heard an inhuman screech come from the other cellar and struggled against his restraints. He was crying again and calling out to his sister. Kershaw grumbled and hit his son in the arm with the iron, almost enjoying the sounds Mort made. He continued to hit the same spot until he was sure it was broken...and until he could hear begging amidst the weeping. He put down the iron and headed for the door.Â
"I hope he doesn't kill her...we need her after all." He said, leaving the cellar and closing the door behind him. He ventured over to the next cellar and opened the doors. "How's it goin down here?"
"She's as stubborn as ever! I can't seem to break through to her!" Bortun said, refilling the oil in the spoon. Kershaw tisked quietly as he approached her. Her right eye was severely burned, the surrounding areas had deep burns that would remain for a lifetime. "I figured we should even it out!" Bortun said, holding a freshly made spoon over her face. Kershaw stopped his hand, some oil spilling out and slotching, burning her left cheek. She wasn't making much noise anymore....in fact.
"Is she even breathing, Bortun?" Kershaw asked. Bortun looked down and noticed her chest wasn't moving anymore and he panicked, throwing the spoon down onto the floor and quickly beginning to aid in her breathing. "YE DID TOO MUCH BORTUN SHE'D BETTER NOT DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!" Kershaw roared...a phrase that could even be heard in the woods, where a certain Miqo'te was waiting and watching.
Martsia couldn't tell what time it was, but she knew her body felt heavy, her limbs tingled numb. She heard scraping and clattering sounds near her and tried to glance over. She was startled when Bortun kicked her chair over onto the floor, slamming her head against the hard floor of the cellar.Â
"Fu..cker..." She gasped out. Nothing wanted to work, it was hard to even blink at this point.Â
"Ya shoulda known this was next, sis! Ye didn't agree to any o our demands....ya been escapin an even converted Mort to yer side." He said, slowly sharpening a knife in his hands. Around him he had an array of strange devices. One was a jar of oil. Another was a needle. She didn't understand what was happening, but she wanted to leave. She wanted to leave now. Her limbs still failed her and she let out a startled gasp when he placed the heel of his boot none too gently against her ribs. "Just agree to our demands and we'll let ya go after the babe is born!"
"N...ever." She gritted out. He sighed and reared back, slamming his foot into her left side, hearing a loud crack. She couldn't help but scream...a sound heard by Mortine and Kershaw in the next cellar.Â
"What is he doing to her?" Mortine asked, struggling against his restraints. His arrow had been weaker than hers, he'd already regained most of his strength. "Kill me...do what you want just stop hurting he-" Everything went white, the last sound he heard was the whistle of air against the iron poker as he was hit in the head with it. He could feel blood flowing freely down the left side of his face and let out a soft sob.Â
"Ye will be good...and just wait...and listen." Kershaw said, raising the iron again and watching his son flinch. "Good boy."
"Ye....SONOFA-" She let out a harsh cry as he kicked her again, and he left her there.
~~~~WARNING....it gets a bit Gory?~~~~
Bortun sighed and walked over to the table and picked up a large silver spoon and poured some oil into it, holding it over a small torch he had set upon the wall. He watched it until it bubbled and then walked over to her. She couldn't move, she couldn't fight...she could only wait. He purposefully spilled some of the hot oil onto her arm, and watched as she helplessly cried out. He finally knelt next to her and stared her in the face.
"Just do as we say and it will all be over! I won't do any more." She could feel it in her mind...shouting at her to just do what they said...but the outcome was far worse than this...she wouldn't. He apparently had waited long enough, and he sighed, holding the spoon above her right eye. "Suit yourself."
Mortine heard an inhuman screech come from the other cellar and struggled against his restraints. He was crying again and calling out to his sister. Kershaw grumbled and hit his son in the arm with the iron, almost enjoying the sounds Mort made. He continued to hit the same spot until he was sure it was broken...and until he could hear begging amidst the weeping. He put down the iron and headed for the door.Â
"I hope he doesn't kill her...we need her after all." He said, leaving the cellar and closing the door behind him. He ventured over to the next cellar and opened the doors. "How's it goin down here?"
"She's as stubborn as ever! I can't seem to break through to her!" Bortun said, refilling the oil in the spoon. Kershaw tisked quietly as he approached her. Her right eye was severely burned, the surrounding areas had deep burns that would remain for a lifetime. "I figured we should even it out!" Bortun said, holding a freshly made spoon over her face. Kershaw stopped his hand, some oil spilling out and slotching, burning her left cheek. She wasn't making much noise anymore....in fact.
"Is she even breathing, Bortun?" Kershaw asked. Bortun looked down and noticed her chest wasn't moving anymore and he panicked, throwing the spoon down onto the floor and quickly beginning to aid in her breathing. "YE DID TOO MUCH BORTUN SHE'D BETTER NOT DIE BECAUSE OF YOU!" Kershaw roared...a phrase that could even be heard in the woods, where a certain Miqo'te was waiting and watching.