[Event] Humanity and the inhumane

by **Benare Nitrozian** on September 25th, 2016, 2:51 pm

Date 516 AV //Location // Timestamp //

Benare wanted out of this hell-hole, but he didn't want to express the sensation of fear to whom ever held him captive, his eyelids were shaking, he was merely exhausted, waking up in the middle of the night to have to metal prongs poise just before your neck, it was insanity, when he woke, Ben wished he was able to go back asleep, have all of this end, but something was telling him to stay awake, he figured it was the Voice, telling him to keep him awake, or it was Rhysol hiding him to make sure he stays alive, probably not well, but alive. Benare could feel the cage lowering, lowering slowly, until suddenly, a dramatic lurch and the cage fell, encouraging Ben to fall within the most uncomfortable manner, he was startled at the sudden drop, but he didn't piss his pants, if they wanted humiliation, they needed to do more than frighten him of a fall.

A large hand manhandled Benare out of the cage, this made the Nitrozian feel weak inside, if he was free, he would strangle anyone who came close to him, his hands were still bound, but he felt the metal from release from his neck, he could breath, he sighed, his anger was still evident, but he was quiet and content, he didn't want ti show weakness, but his body was slowly trembling through fear... or would it be something else, something other than fear, fear and what would go together, fear and pleasure? Would that suffice, or would it just be fear for the most part? Ben was thrown to the... ground, that's what it was, he was thrown, he still couldn't see due to the cloth forbidding his sight, it was useless to try and do anything stupid when he didn't know who was around him. Then he heard a whisper, close to his ear, the man spoke to him in a menacing tone, one that was dark and uncanny.

"Do you know why someone would pay me to torture you?"

It echoed through his mind like a child repeating please a billion of times for a sweet, to torture Benare, why would someone pay to have a Nitrozian, like himself, to be tortured.

He came to one conclusion.

"I don't give two-shits, why anyone would pay to torture me." He scoffed, if he would be able to spit, he would and show the man he wasn't afraid, he didn't give a shit, why would he, but someone went to a great extent to have him knapped and be dragged all the way down, hospitality granted by a torturer. His heart raced within his chest, pounding even, it boosted Senate's hopes of getting out alive.

Benare noted the different hold, the hand that pulled him up to a sitting position was not as firm as the man's, but just as much demanding as the man's, Benare sat upright, he assumed the woman was behind him, then she whoever she was placed something silk like around his throat, he couldn't understand what it was, but it slightly gripped around his throat, like a pinch, "bitch," he spoke angrily, feeling the wire getting slightly tighter, she didn't even start speaking yet.

"Hey, Ben. Fancy meeting you here. Late for your evening practice? Huhuhu, swordsmanship... What a waste of effort." Her voice echoed through Benare's mind, he attempted to recall the high sounding laughter, but alas the attempt failed and he decided to focus on something else, he needed something to know who this woman might be, but he hasn't received any hints yet.

Ben would use his early morning get aways for days to practice with his sword work, he'd even practice unarmed combat if he had the time, though he assumed that not a lot would watch, he figured that it was one of the slaves, but he was sure that they weren't let outside the Estate unless permission was granted. He didn't know who else would watch hin train during the mornings, he figured that he should find a place to practice elsewhere.

"Tell me. Why are you spending your days waving around a piece of metal? That's not how money is made. Hmm, tsk tsk... father must be secretly disappointed." Father... there, it was one of his siblings, sister to be exact, but he couldn't add anything to know who it was, he'll just have to remember it in the future, but all of this effort to stay awake was exhausting him, he needed to find a way out of this predicament and fast, otherwise, his life will surely end, he knows it.

"Father doesn't give a petching shit what I do." He smirked, he balled his fists, knuckles white, if Evarista observed his knuckles she'd know that she's getting to him. "I won't tell, you anything." He started, he stopped as the wire was gripping to his throat tighter, he managed to conserve his breathing for the better good, assuming that this thing might choke him to death, the Nitrozian wondered what will happen next. Pain, torture, death, it's all of the same thing, there's no change, no matter what's used to get to him.

by **Crow** on October 2nd, 2016, 3:57 pm

As Grufyss was leaning over to Benare whispering in his ear he could feel the victim’s anger rise. Though, Grufyss was here to teach it was a very rare situation for his victims to lash back out of anger. It was a problem that needed a delicate touch. One of someone experienced. “Ladies, excuse me while I go and get some tools.” He said while smirking.

The nearly naked torturer went back and got a rather large bag. The metal within as he carried it back to the three clanked. Setting the bag down and placing one knee on the ground he opened it up and set aside a few executioner hoods that were above all the various tools. “Ladies, the fun is about to start. Put these on.”

As he waited for Evarista to finish her questioning and torment of Benare he set a variety of torture devices before them. Among them was a weird claw used to rip off genitals and breasts, a collection of long rods going into a point to be place under nails, a strange clamping device to slowly crush fingers or toes, a tongue ripper, a few simple ropes, a mouth piece which would strap to the head and keep their mouth open, a pair of tooth extractors, a skin ripper used to serrate flesh slowly, and a few metal jars containing insects of different varieties.

As Grufyss set everything before them he explained the possible uses to each device. His pronunciations were slow and very descriptive, but he noted that each device could be used for different purposes. It was all up to the person who used the said devices. As he went on “I noticed that both of you might also possess some magical powers. You can use that along with the devices to attempt torture as well. My favorite that I have seen was slowly surrounding the head of the individual using reimancy and depleting their ability to breath. Though, the same can be done with a simple bucket and water.”

“This man seems to be showing attitude.” He said before noting that finally the two were finished putting on their executioner hoods. He walked over to Benare once more and removed his hood. The victim would now be able to see his surroundings and the barely dressed individuals before him about to correct his mistake of talking back. As Grufyss removed his hood he took his hand and pressed into his jaw between his teeth. The action caused his jaw to slowly open as the force was great and painful. He held his hand there using Benares cheeks to depress into his teeth and grabbed his tongue with a pair of elongated pliers.

“You best behave.” He violently whispered to Benare before nearly pulling his tongue out of his mouth.

"Now we can make this personal, or you can tell us truly why you were sent here."

Meanwhile the victims in the cages suspended above were reaching a point of exhaustion. A few let out blood curdling screams just before dying and going limp above as their bodies were slowly pushed into spikes. Only a few of the stronger victims were left.

"You." Come over here and take these pliers he said not exactly pointing out who he wanted to gain control of the situation.

~Thanks to Aladari Coolwater for the template

by **Evarista** on October 4th, 2016, 2:19 pm

Just as Evarista was about to tighten the silk string even more around Benare's neck, Grufyss brought along a set of rattling tools. The tools themselves weren't enough to distract her attention; she only saw a pile of complex metal contraptions with a vaguely dangerous air around them, but she wouldn't be able to put them to use without instruction. Fortunately, Grufyss didn't leave her hanging, and the instruction followed. What's more, there was a pair of executioner hoods, one for herself and one for Evalin, and a command to put them on. This is what saved Benare from an untimely strangulation as the girl let go of the string and and began fiddling with the hood instead.

Evarista only saw executioner's hoods worn by Ebonstryfe troops during formal public executions, which were serious and major events that happened seldom. Such hoods were symbolizing the terrible wrath of Rhysol in her mind. Wearing one herself felt strange. Inappropriate. At the same time, empowering. The black cloth also offered anonymity. Evarista loved anonymity, perhaps more than anything else. Looking at the tied man before her through the small holes in the hood, she felt invincible, almost disembodied. It was mysterious how a piece of cloth could charge her with such strong emotion, and she gave in to that emotion without resistance.

With hungry vigor, she rummaged through the pile of devices as Grufyss explained their functions, examining them, flipping the swivels, turning the knobs to see what each item was about. In some way or another, these were all specialized to inflict the maximum amount of pain to a specific region of the body. The two devices that caught her attention were the strange claw and the finger crusher. As someone who hurt her fingers quite regularly in her nightly crawling adventures, she knew that fingers were very sensitive with countless nerve endings, especially at the fingertips. Therefore, deliberate harm to the fingers hurt a whole lot more than the average person would expect.

The claw was a more exotic piece of work. Apparently, one was supposed to heat in in a fire, and then use the small lever at the back to clamp it around the desired bodypart, preferably the most precious one. The heat and pressure would make the target protrusion come off almost immediately, while at the same time cauterizing the wound and preventing the victim from losing too much blood. It was quite ingenious. She wanted to try it. Besides, a martial and physical type such a Ben would probably be especially afraid of this sort of, eh, existential danger. Smirking under the hood, the girl fastened the claw to the accessory pole, and put it into a nearby brazier. That would heat up nicely.

That's when Grufyss removed Ben's hood, letting the younger male view the scorching caress that was being prepared for him, flames of the brazier licking the claw quickly, as if impatient to heat it. Making sure the claw was completely in the fire, Evarista turned around and faced her unmasked brother. So, she was wearing an executioner's hood, a casual blouse, and a pair of panties, while heating a metal claw in a fire. Words could probably not describe how stupid she looked right now... and that made the situation all the sweeter. Despite her ridiculous getup, which would be rather hilarious if taken out of context, none of this was a joke, and the victim would be forced to take her seriously. It was a satisfying gesture of spite.

As soon as Grufyss turned over the pliers, Evarista's hand was already reaching for them. Her mind barely registered the screams of the other victims, as her attention was fully focused on Benare. If he was still lucid enough to pay attention, he would probably have recognized her despite her obscured face. The black sailor blouse would give her away, as she was the only one in at the family estate to ever wear such a thing.

Taking the pliers, Evarista gripped them further near the base to improve her control of each movement. Very slowly, she increased the pull on his tongue as she whispered to him in her usual breathy monotone, continuing Grufyss' interrogation.

"Yes. There's someone who wants you here, and you know who it is. We may just have jolt your memory..."

Evarista was bluffing, of course. She was just as clueless as Ben himself, and had no idea why any of this was happening. She didn't even know what or who she was talking about, or what she wanted to hear from him, or if there was a truth to hear at all. However, she could use their mutual ignorance to project power over him, as her use of 'we' claimed some sort of communion with Grufyss. Unfortunate as it was in the girl's mind, no such communion existed... but Benare would not know that. Even though the torturers were demanding him to speak, his tongue was decidedly otherwise occupied, and he wouldn't be able to utter a word. That didn't bother Evarista, though. She wasn't all that interested in human words. She wanted to hear sounds, sounds of his submission. Base, primal and uninhibited, desperate signals of penance for his earlier defiance.

Her hands crawled further and further down the pliers until she was almost gripping his tongue with her own fingers. Those fingers shifted into pliers of their own, reminding of a crab claw as they pinched Ben's tongue instead of the metal, superseding the pliers in an even more painful grip. The tiny teeth covering the inside of the claw were not sharp enough to pierce tissue and draw blood, but sharp enough to distress the nerves as if the were poised to do so. having served their purpose, the pliers fell down on the ground with a thud. The metal claw, visible in the fire behind her, was slowly filling with a cherry-red color.

by **Benare Nitrozian** on November 17th, 2016, 12:59 am

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“This man seems to be showing attitude.”

Benare scoffed, if he wanted attitude the man would have given it, otherwise his snotty remarks are nothing compared to what Ben could do as 'attitude,' Benare didn't care so much to why he was here, he just wanted to leave, he stayed up for bells within that cage and at any given moment, he could have died. He cursed this man for putting him up there in that cage. He didn't know who it was, but if it was someone he knew, he'll make sure for them to pay for it.

Benare's hood was removed, he was able to see. The Nitrozian blinked a few times and saw a few disfigured shadows at first, then his vision cleared and he was able to see those standing in front of him. Including the tall burly man.

The tall burly man held some sort of tool, looking like pliers. He didn't know what was going on until, he remembered the screams of the other captives. Torture. Of course... what else would it be, not like anything can go wrong with torture. Except, for one thing. He was the one being tortured, Ben didn't like it. It made him feel awkward.

The taller man grabbed Benare's jaw, squeezing it almost and lifted it down, the pull made the Nitrozian twinge and cringe as the man pulled tight with his burly hands, his hands were so big, they looked like paws. The force was so great of the stretch, it was quite painful for Benare, he wondered if he was getting dental work. He wanted to laugh aloud, but the other man showed him that he shouldn't do anything rash. So he stayed quiet.

Gruffys than pressed his cheeks together, like someones old grandmother would do- pinch it when she sees her grand kids again after a long time of waiting. Though, this didn't feel like any pinch, the man squeezed his cheeks and tightened the grip, causing his cheeks to be sore once he released the grip. Nonetheless, that wasn't the end of it, he added the pliers; he used them to grip onto Ben's tongue. There was an audible "Ah," sound as if he was visiting a dentist. It made him chuckle inwardly.

Though, it had pained him to do it.

“You best behave.” The man whispered to him. Benare rolled his eyes and glared at the two women, well they looked like women. He eventually recognized them, only one of them though. Evarista, she was the only one that wore that dumb looking blouse in the family, and it was tossed onto the ground, ripped it looked like. The loner of the Nitrozians, she was the weirdest of them all, and not only because of the blouse she wears. Benare glared at her, wondering why she was here, and the other woman, who was she?

"Now we can make this personal, or you can tell us truly why you were sent here."

That was something he was trying to remember. Who did send him here, and what was their reason? He didn't really know. All of the other captives were screaming as their necks were poked through by the sharp metal staves that pointed inward of the cage.

The woman looking half-naked stepped up to Benare and took hold of the pliers. Benare was too exhausted to move around and fight back. Though, he figured that if he stayed awake long enough, they would let him go, hopefully.

The half-nude lady took hold of the pliers. She made the pull tighter, and tears started to form under his iris'. The man blinked a few times, he was definitely angered at the two of them as they continued to torture him. Benare fought with his consciousness to stay awake. The force of the pliers were beginning to make his tongue bleed, and he was sure that he would loose the feelings in his tongue. Maybe that would be a good thing?

Eventually, her grip was getting tighter and tighter as she moved her fingers down the tool. Soon, her own fingers gripped onto his tongue and the Nitrozian flinched. He mumbled something, but all it was, was mixed up noises as his tongue produced that ability to help him speak. He didn't want to lose it.

He felt his tongue bleed more, the tissues where the pliers took hold of his tongue was replaced by the sheer grip of Evaristas fingers, her nails almost and they dug into his tongue, making the Nitrozian screech and his eyes watered. The tongue was quite sensitive. He wanted to bite down on her fingers, but he didn't want to harm his body any longer. He especially didn't want to take any brute force by the tall burly man.

Benare moaned he figured that moving around would be a bad idea if he didn't want his tongue to be ripped out. He hoped that Evarista would pause her motives to listen to him speak. He moaned aloud some more, cringing almost, he prayed to Rhysol, silently. He silently prayed, prayed so that they could let him go.

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