01-17-2017, 11:44 AM
Koal twitched again as the voices started up again. His body was covered in a plethora of different injuries, ranging from bleeding cuts, to burns from white-hot iron rods. They made sure to take off his muzzle before beginning their torture, so his screams would be heard loud and clear. Blood caked his body, and his wrist were torn to hell from the shackles. His dead gaze rested on the ground in front of his, his face devoid of any and all emotion, when on the inside, he was broken.
His violet eyes rose to meet the approaching figure of Kilandi, his most frequent tormenter. She-along with the rest of them-drew some sort of perverse pleasure from his screams. His pain. Adding to his already extensive collection of scars.
"Ready for round three, kiddo?" She also liked to call him "kiddo" because of his somewhat youthful looks. He simply lowered his gaze back to the floor and prepared for the next torture that awaited him. Not a moment later, he felt a sharp rod of iron enter his left shoulder, and exit through the middle of his back, pinning him to the stone wall, he let out a muted gasp of pain. Expecting the pain, and feeling it were two different things. The metal was shockingly cold, the contrast in temperatures the only thing he could register before it was brutally ripped free, wrenching a scream from Koal. His voice broke halfway through the scream, replaced in a moment by an almost sensual moan by Kilandi.
"Damn, kid, this is the most fun I've had in a while. Though I kinda wish you could've shown up sooner. I've been bored outta my mind these past few weeks." She brought the rod up to her mouth with a wicked grin, her younger flicking out and tasting the essence of his life. A shudder ran through her, and her eyes became unfocused, her smile even more wild.
The Demons face whipped to the side as she brought the sharp weapon across his face, a long cut marring his otherwise unblemished face. He felt his jawbone crack, and he spit out a large amount of blood. A moment of insanity took over Koal, and he met Kilandi's wild black eyes, and grinned himself, his fangs bloody and sharp.
"That all you got sweetheart?"
She let out a loud laugh, a true laugh. She held her sides, her eyes ringing with mirth. She knelt and smirked at him, placing the rod down.
"I like you. Actually got a decent sense of humor."
Koal eyes were unfocused as he began to chuckle, making Kilandi slightly confused. It was a type of laugh you would hear when a child beloved they got away with something. Then she heard the sound of a chain breaking, panic setting in almost instantly. Koal grasped her with his now free hand, claws digging into the sockets of her eyes, giving him a very secure hold. She let out a scream, and Koal let out an insane laugh at the noise. He tightened his grip further, a fresh wave of blood gushing out into his obsidian claws.
"Such a sweet sound. No wonder you enjoyed it so much."
His violet eyes rose to meet the approaching figure of Kilandi, his most frequent tormenter. She-along with the rest of them-drew some sort of perverse pleasure from his screams. His pain. Adding to his already extensive collection of scars.
"Ready for round three, kiddo?" She also liked to call him "kiddo" because of his somewhat youthful looks. He simply lowered his gaze back to the floor and prepared for the next torture that awaited him. Not a moment later, he felt a sharp rod of iron enter his left shoulder, and exit through the middle of his back, pinning him to the stone wall, he let out a muted gasp of pain. Expecting the pain, and feeling it were two different things. The metal was shockingly cold, the contrast in temperatures the only thing he could register before it was brutally ripped free, wrenching a scream from Koal. His voice broke halfway through the scream, replaced in a moment by an almost sensual moan by Kilandi.
"Damn, kid, this is the most fun I've had in a while. Though I kinda wish you could've shown up sooner. I've been bored outta my mind these past few weeks." She brought the rod up to her mouth with a wicked grin, her younger flicking out and tasting the essence of his life. A shudder ran through her, and her eyes became unfocused, her smile even more wild.
The Demons face whipped to the side as she brought the sharp weapon across his face, a long cut marring his otherwise unblemished face. He felt his jawbone crack, and he spit out a large amount of blood. A moment of insanity took over Koal, and he met Kilandi's wild black eyes, and grinned himself, his fangs bloody and sharp.
"That all you got sweetheart?"
She let out a loud laugh, a true laugh. She held her sides, her eyes ringing with mirth. She knelt and smirked at him, placing the rod down.
"I like you. Actually got a decent sense of humor."
Koal eyes were unfocused as he began to chuckle, making Kilandi slightly confused. It was a type of laugh you would hear when a child beloved they got away with something. Then she heard the sound of a chain breaking, panic setting in almost instantly. Koal grasped her with his now free hand, claws digging into the sockets of her eyes, giving him a very secure hold. She let out a scream, and Koal let out an insane laugh at the noise. He tightened his grip further, a fresh wave of blood gushing out into his obsidian claws.
"Such a sweet sound. No wonder you enjoyed it so much."
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables