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slayers_desire) wrote2010-10-16 08:43 am
slayers_desire) wrote2010-10-16 08:43 am
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kidnapped by Demons: strength of spirit
The torture chamber was dark, depressing and echoed a feeling of isolation and fear. The first thing that had hit April when she had been dragged into the chamber was the smell of blood. The second thing was the intense wave of emotions from previous victims who had been tortured here. Hundreds of memories hit the young woman at once, making her feel tears for the first time since the kidnapping. The tears were in honor of all those who found their end at the hands of The Scourge, and not spent because of what was going to happen to her.
The soldiers had stripped April down to wearing nothing, then chained her hands and hung her from the ceiling in a dark corner of the torture chamber. Her feet dangled above of a small pit, that was designed to collect the tears, sweat and blood from its victims.
The Scourge general appeared at this time, coming up to April and reaching up to caress her cheek. "My princess, I truly hate to do this to you. But you have been so insolent. It is time that you learn to mind your manners."
He signaled to the torturer, a demon who wore a mask over his face and carried a long, bloody razor. Flecks of metal had been chipped from the blade over years of misuse and had started to rust. It had obviously not been sharpened in years. "Make her bleed," The general grinned.
The torturer came in close to April, and delicately started to slice shallow wounds along the different parts of her body. The cuts were designed to draw forth enough blood from April, but were not deep enough to cause any major lacerations to her nerves or muscles. The first hour of this, April's body had been able to respond by healing the cuts one by one.
After the second hour of the torturer crafting lacerations in April's skin, they were not healed as quickly. The wounds were gaping now, the skin less tight and they were looking red and raw with her exhaustion. Her body was starting to degrade from its natural healing abilities, considering the fact it had been over 60 hours since the young woman had last eaten. It was especially hard for the healing to take place considering the fact that the vampire had not been nourished by blood in the same amount of time.
After the third hour, the cuts were not being healed at all, and the entirety of April's body was covered with her own blood head to toe. She was starting to lose consciousness and barely noticed when suddenly the torturer stopped.
It had been the familiar voice of the general that caught April's attention. "My princess, I have brought you a meal, you must be starved." Her eyes adjusted to look at him, then blink with uncertainly towards the small half-demon child at the general's side.
The vampire wanted the blood. Badly. It was a struggle not to shift into that form and allow the half-demon child to be sacrificed to her. Instead April just softly said, "Fuck you."
Again The Scourge general was angered by her reaction. He stormed forward, grabbing a barbed whip from the torture devices and directed his anger through the weapon and towards her body. It took every ounce of willpower that April had left not to scream out in pain. To not give him the satisfaction of bringing her down to that level.
The general became more and more angry at not getting the desired reaction from his torture. He lashed at her again and again until the beast inside April finally took control. She screamed and gnashed her teeth as the change took over, rattling the chains and snarling under each lash of the whip. Her crimson eyes flashed with the intensity of her hatred as she raged at her captor. After a few moments of this, and with all her remaining strength used up by her other side lashing out, April's mind fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.
Once the general noted her state, he dropped the whip and stormed away from the dangling body. Before he left the room, he nodded to the torturer, signaling him to continue cutting April's vulnerable flesh.
The soldiers had stripped April down to wearing nothing, then chained her hands and hung her from the ceiling in a dark corner of the torture chamber. Her feet dangled above of a small pit, that was designed to collect the tears, sweat and blood from its victims.
The Scourge general appeared at this time, coming up to April and reaching up to caress her cheek. "My princess, I truly hate to do this to you. But you have been so insolent. It is time that you learn to mind your manners."
He signaled to the torturer, a demon who wore a mask over his face and carried a long, bloody razor. Flecks of metal had been chipped from the blade over years of misuse and had started to rust. It had obviously not been sharpened in years. "Make her bleed," The general grinned.
The torturer came in close to April, and delicately started to slice shallow wounds along the different parts of her body. The cuts were designed to draw forth enough blood from April, but were not deep enough to cause any major lacerations to her nerves or muscles. The first hour of this, April's body had been able to respond by healing the cuts one by one.
After the second hour of the torturer crafting lacerations in April's skin, they were not healed as quickly. The wounds were gaping now, the skin less tight and they were looking red and raw with her exhaustion. Her body was starting to degrade from its natural healing abilities, considering the fact it had been over 60 hours since the young woman had last eaten. It was especially hard for the healing to take place considering the fact that the vampire had not been nourished by blood in the same amount of time.
After the third hour, the cuts were not being healed at all, and the entirety of April's body was covered with her own blood head to toe. She was starting to lose consciousness and barely noticed when suddenly the torturer stopped.
It had been the familiar voice of the general that caught April's attention. "My princess, I have brought you a meal, you must be starved." Her eyes adjusted to look at him, then blink with uncertainly towards the small half-demon child at the general's side.
The vampire wanted the blood. Badly. It was a struggle not to shift into that form and allow the half-demon child to be sacrificed to her. Instead April just softly said, "Fuck you."
Again The Scourge general was angered by her reaction. He stormed forward, grabbing a barbed whip from the torture devices and directed his anger through the weapon and towards her body. It took every ounce of willpower that April had left not to scream out in pain. To not give him the satisfaction of bringing her down to that level.
The general became more and more angry at not getting the desired reaction from his torture. He lashed at her again and again until the beast inside April finally took control. She screamed and gnashed her teeth as the change took over, rattling the chains and snarling under each lash of the whip. Her crimson eyes flashed with the intensity of her hatred as she raged at her captor. After a few moments of this, and with all her remaining strength used up by her other side lashing out, April's mind fell into the darkness of unconsciousness.
Once the general noted her state, he dropped the whip and stormed away from the dangling body. Before he left the room, he nodded to the torturer, signaling him to continue cutting April's vulnerable flesh.