"Once you've gotten what we want out of him...then have fun with him...make it last as long as possible before you kill him. And be sure to let him know why this is happening to him near the end." Those were the orders and she was sure to follow them step by step.
Roughly ten trillion blood cells worked through the bit of flesh she had the pleasure in making cry. His form was limp, but far from feeling every sensation. The man was already exhausted, having been subjected to such treatment, such agony, but not spilling a single word. That was when Emilie managed to enter through the door.
That male set his eyes on her, almost arrogant was the grunt he made. His voice was a deep growl of rage,? So a slave has been sent at last to tend to my wounds I see. Have they lost hope yet girl? Are they muttering in their cloaks??
So, that was how he wanted to play. Play along she would. Emeralds dazzled around her neck as she turned a rag in hand. Leaning forwards, almost a feather soft touch was placed upon his face. Cuts and scrapes, tears and bruises were tended to carefully. If it was possible Emilie showed a softer side,? I do not know how long they plan to keep you alive, but rest assured you are in good hands for now.? Feather soft, tender, delicate, and too good to be true was the game played.
The expected reaction came. This man was almost stunned that such a tender woman was under such a dark eye. Hues of gray watched her, weighing who she was and why such beauty was subjected to servitude. Even though pain racked his body, he could not help but feel pity for such a captive angel,? I do not fear what they will do to me girl.? His tone betrayed his curiosity.
?Well then, you are very brave and strong. I have seen many fall to them.? She stated, dark eyes still on his wounds. When his skin was cleaned her form stepped back. The rag was disposed of in the nearest bin and her hands thoroughly washed with the water, soap, and oils provided at her request. It was almost as if each oil was measured out perfectly before placed to her tan flesh.
Gray eyes watched her every moment of the way. There was a fiery hunger deep within the void of his eyes. A suffering grunt came from him all the same,? I will not fall. I will not give. I will die before I speak.? Admitted. Proving to her he was not weak, but he was foolish.
His lust was betraying him. As one leg slid out of her evening dress? slit he followed every fine inch of it. Too easy, all too easy. The brunette held her silence as she moved over to her kit. From the materials she had placed next to her it almost seemed that she was there to patch him up. Could he be feeling hope again?
As if timed, his skin began to itch and burn. He was finding it hard to focus on the curves her form had to offer. Clenching his eyes shut, his throat cleared, but no word was issued. The sensation of needing so badly to itch, to scratch the growing ache away was getting more powerful by the moments. It was time for an introduction.
?I am Emilie, loyal pet to Romax Pol?? Even then she sounded innocent.
Through the pain he was captivated. Such a fair voice,? I am Benjamin, loyal to myself and my family. Yet, you are no more loyal than your Master forced upon you.? Bitterness laced his voice. How he hated that such a treasure was subjected to the whims of a madman. Then again, he didn?t know how mad Emilie McCaid was on her own. The burning continued and he began to notice red at his skin.
?Oh dear? It seems I?ve used the wrong dose.? Murmured half heartedly before her gaze turned to linger upon him. The madness was back,? Looks like you?ll melt slower than I had wanted? By now you should have been screaming.? Her shoulders rolled up and then fell down. Yet, he was staring at her, horror in his eyes.
?Emilie, you don?t have to help him you know.? Growled out to her,? I can free you.. Help me and you shall never be subjected to them again.? A fool?s hope, a fool?s move, and a fool?s idea was all that managed to fall from his lips.
The itching was growing uncomfortable, in spots the pain was getting worse,? Now girl, stop this at once.? He had dared to order her. A switch was triggered with that absurd notion.
Emilie turned about from her spot, rings upon her fingers that covered the digits in their entirety. Reaching out a tender trace was made of his cheek with the back of those rings,? Once the acid enters the blood stream there is no chance for survival unless the antidote is given. Each blood cell bursts after boiling under the victim?s skin. Yet that?s only after each nerve is hit.? She paused to look at the rings upon her fingers,? Oh dear. Seems I have made a booboo.?
Blood, crimson blood, was dripping from the pointed tips of her rings. His cheek was suddenly on fire. A scream tore from his lungs, agony turning into pure torment. The acid began to work through his system.
Casually Emilie moved back to her table. Flipping open the file before her, glancing over the information within. A smirk curled up on her lips,? Oh dear, you have a wife and child.? A nail tapped over the papers within.
Yet, he was enjoying the pain far too much, so Emilie leaned back, watching from her position. He was screaming still, his eye was the first bit of his body to begin to twitch. A grunt fell from his lips and his eyes narrowed for a second. There was another shudder of his eye before suddenly his head gave a violent jerk. Emilie smirked,? Ooooohhhh it?s found your spinal cord.?
The jerking quakes began, more and more of his body was beginning to tremble. It was more pain than he had ever experienced with simple beatings and the normal torturing that could have ever been administered by anyone other than Emilie. But she didn?t want to go too far too soon.
Fingers coiled around a needle and ever so slowly the antidote was given,? Mmm, did you like my special recipie?? Recovery was essential, she had managed to feed him the antidote before his blood had began to boil.
Ten minutes was all that was needed for the pain to subside and the tension in his muscles to grow. He said nothing. Still, that was alright, Emilie spoke for him,? It says that your daughter is almost twenty. Your wife still as beautiful as the day you met her. Both of them fair elf maidens? Ripe for Lord Travanix?s special treatment.?
With those words the man jerked, roared with a new sense of rage. The girl he had seen as an angel turned out to be the devil. No more foolish offers were made. He could only watch as a screen scrolled down along the wall before him and activated.
A sobbing blond elf focused in the picture and she could see the man she called father, blood seeping at his cheek,? DAD!!!? Horror called through the screen, but he?d not hear her voice, only see her scream.
Roughly ten trillion blood cells worked through the bit of flesh she had the pleasure in making cry. His form was limp, but far from feeling every sensation. The man was already exhausted, having been subjected to such treatment, such agony, but not spilling a single word. That was when Emilie managed to enter through the door.
That male set his eyes on her, almost arrogant was the grunt he made. His voice was a deep growl of rage,? So a slave has been sent at last to tend to my wounds I see. Have they lost hope yet girl? Are they muttering in their cloaks??
So, that was how he wanted to play. Play along she would. Emeralds dazzled around her neck as she turned a rag in hand. Leaning forwards, almost a feather soft touch was placed upon his face. Cuts and scrapes, tears and bruises were tended to carefully. If it was possible Emilie showed a softer side,? I do not know how long they plan to keep you alive, but rest assured you are in good hands for now.? Feather soft, tender, delicate, and too good to be true was the game played.
The expected reaction came. This man was almost stunned that such a tender woman was under such a dark eye. Hues of gray watched her, weighing who she was and why such beauty was subjected to servitude. Even though pain racked his body, he could not help but feel pity for such a captive angel,? I do not fear what they will do to me girl.? His tone betrayed his curiosity.
?Well then, you are very brave and strong. I have seen many fall to them.? She stated, dark eyes still on his wounds. When his skin was cleaned her form stepped back. The rag was disposed of in the nearest bin and her hands thoroughly washed with the water, soap, and oils provided at her request. It was almost as if each oil was measured out perfectly before placed to her tan flesh.
Gray eyes watched her every moment of the way. There was a fiery hunger deep within the void of his eyes. A suffering grunt came from him all the same,? I will not fall. I will not give. I will die before I speak.? Admitted. Proving to her he was not weak, but he was foolish.
His lust was betraying him. As one leg slid out of her evening dress? slit he followed every fine inch of it. Too easy, all too easy. The brunette held her silence as she moved over to her kit. From the materials she had placed next to her it almost seemed that she was there to patch him up. Could he be feeling hope again?
As if timed, his skin began to itch and burn. He was finding it hard to focus on the curves her form had to offer. Clenching his eyes shut, his throat cleared, but no word was issued. The sensation of needing so badly to itch, to scratch the growing ache away was getting more powerful by the moments. It was time for an introduction.
?I am Emilie, loyal pet to Romax Pol?? Even then she sounded innocent.
Through the pain he was captivated. Such a fair voice,? I am Benjamin, loyal to myself and my family. Yet, you are no more loyal than your Master forced upon you.? Bitterness laced his voice. How he hated that such a treasure was subjected to the whims of a madman. Then again, he didn?t know how mad Emilie McCaid was on her own. The burning continued and he began to notice red at his skin.
?Oh dear? It seems I?ve used the wrong dose.? Murmured half heartedly before her gaze turned to linger upon him. The madness was back,? Looks like you?ll melt slower than I had wanted? By now you should have been screaming.? Her shoulders rolled up and then fell down. Yet, he was staring at her, horror in his eyes.
?Emilie, you don?t have to help him you know.? Growled out to her,? I can free you.. Help me and you shall never be subjected to them again.? A fool?s hope, a fool?s move, and a fool?s idea was all that managed to fall from his lips.
The itching was growing uncomfortable, in spots the pain was getting worse,? Now girl, stop this at once.? He had dared to order her. A switch was triggered with that absurd notion.
Emilie turned about from her spot, rings upon her fingers that covered the digits in their entirety. Reaching out a tender trace was made of his cheek with the back of those rings,? Once the acid enters the blood stream there is no chance for survival unless the antidote is given. Each blood cell bursts after boiling under the victim?s skin. Yet that?s only after each nerve is hit.? She paused to look at the rings upon her fingers,? Oh dear. Seems I have made a booboo.?
Blood, crimson blood, was dripping from the pointed tips of her rings. His cheek was suddenly on fire. A scream tore from his lungs, agony turning into pure torment. The acid began to work through his system.
Casually Emilie moved back to her table. Flipping open the file before her, glancing over the information within. A smirk curled up on her lips,? Oh dear, you have a wife and child.? A nail tapped over the papers within.
Yet, he was enjoying the pain far too much, so Emilie leaned back, watching from her position. He was screaming still, his eye was the first bit of his body to begin to twitch. A grunt fell from his lips and his eyes narrowed for a second. There was another shudder of his eye before suddenly his head gave a violent jerk. Emilie smirked,? Ooooohhhh it?s found your spinal cord.?
The jerking quakes began, more and more of his body was beginning to tremble. It was more pain than he had ever experienced with simple beatings and the normal torturing that could have ever been administered by anyone other than Emilie. But she didn?t want to go too far too soon.
Fingers coiled around a needle and ever so slowly the antidote was given,? Mmm, did you like my special recipie?? Recovery was essential, she had managed to feed him the antidote before his blood had began to boil.
Ten minutes was all that was needed for the pain to subside and the tension in his muscles to grow. He said nothing. Still, that was alright, Emilie spoke for him,? It says that your daughter is almost twenty. Your wife still as beautiful as the day you met her. Both of them fair elf maidens? Ripe for Lord Travanix?s special treatment.?
With those words the man jerked, roared with a new sense of rage. The girl he had seen as an angel turned out to be the devil. No more foolish offers were made. He could only watch as a screen scrolled down along the wall before him and activated.
A sobbing blond elf focused in the picture and she could see the man she called father, blood seeping at his cheek,? DAD!!!? Horror called through the screen, but he?d not hear her voice, only see her scream.