Post by amayayumi on Aug 16, 2009 1:42:34 GMT -5
The stone that made up the room was more like a European castle stone rather than the usual basalt and limestone. Personally she was glad; it made cleaning up the mess easier. Emerald eyes were stoic as she gazed down at the objects laid out on the wooden table before her. She had knifes, daggers, metal needles, axe, spears, her metal claws, her metal whip, a short leather whip with many strings, cloth, chains, and other weapons that she found that were suitable for the job. She lifted two small daggers and toyed with them with her tanned hands. The metal reflected the fire that was the only source of light that could be found in this torture chamber. Her face was solemn as she continued to look at the weapons for the best pick and decided that the daggers would do nicely. “What is your name human?” She voiced her question so that there was a hidden threat behind it and natural authority. The green eyed angel then turned to face her prisoner, a human she captured at Vile Elegance. She twisted the daggers as she awaited her answer and then moved closer to the man. “What were you doing at Vile Elegance?” The chocolate brown haired angel then walked around her prisoner to examine his form to see if the other angels or vampires had tried to severely damage him before the torture session. He held some cuts, a bullet wound on his arm, some bruises, and red lines around his feet and hands.
The man before her was chained to the walls with a chain around his torso, ankles, and his wrists. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white shorts that barely reached his knees. Additionally, a hole was placed directly underneath the prisoner. It served its purpose to drop the victim into a personal cell if necessary. “Hn”, she spoke out loud as she stopped behind the man. She took one of the sharp daggers and ran it across his arm so that it would cut parallel to his arm. Not bothering to remove the blood she placed the dagger into the cut in the middle to make it slightly deeper. “Do you feel that human?” Sadria removed the dagger from the wound as she watched blood fall onto the ground. Her head turned to the left slightly to the medic in the corner. The only reason why they were there was encase she had a little too much fun with her slave. She didn’t want him to die; no she had bigger plans for him.
Soft footfalls were heard as the angel made her way to the front of his face. Taking the unused dagger she did the same to her arm. Her face remained stoic and her eyes unreadable. She felt some pain but she was past reacting to it. Pain was something that she rarely allowed to herself to recognize. “I felt nothing”, as she spoke the wound healed within moments as if nothing ever happened to her skin.
She tossed the daggers aside and walked up next to the human. Her hands grabbed his hair and pulled him up so that he would look directly. “You feel it because you are human. You are weak because you are human. You die because you are human. Tell me, what is the point of living as a worthless human?” The angel paused briefly, “I will let you know that there is none.” Strong hands then let go of his hair and emerald eyes watched his head fall forward.
She then grabbed her short leather whip. The leather pieces were short but they were also thin. Satisfied with the weapon once again she placed herself behind the man. She cracked her whip to hit the being before her, enjoying the fact that she was inflicting pain on this creature. Skin broke in numerous places along his bare back, the blood fell like a water sliding down a window after a light shower. “Poor humans… always the food, always considered the weak ones, always being showed mercy by others, always pathetic”, were the words produced with Sadria’s mocking tone. “Tell me… Is it painful? Is it frustrating? Do you loath yourself?” Naturally pink lips whispered into his right ear and then they formed into a smirk. Well built legs then made their way towards the table again placing the bloodied whip back onto the table. Then turning, so that Sadira could view her captive better, she crossed her arms across her chest. “Well speak to me or else the pain with be amplified.”
The man before her was chained to the walls with a chain around his torso, ankles, and his wrists. He was wearing nothing but a pair of white shorts that barely reached his knees. Additionally, a hole was placed directly underneath the prisoner. It served its purpose to drop the victim into a personal cell if necessary. “Hn”, she spoke out loud as she stopped behind the man. She took one of the sharp daggers and ran it across his arm so that it would cut parallel to his arm. Not bothering to remove the blood she placed the dagger into the cut in the middle to make it slightly deeper. “Do you feel that human?” Sadria removed the dagger from the wound as she watched blood fall onto the ground. Her head turned to the left slightly to the medic in the corner. The only reason why they were there was encase she had a little too much fun with her slave. She didn’t want him to die; no she had bigger plans for him.
Soft footfalls were heard as the angel made her way to the front of his face. Taking the unused dagger she did the same to her arm. Her face remained stoic and her eyes unreadable. She felt some pain but she was past reacting to it. Pain was something that she rarely allowed to herself to recognize. “I felt nothing”, as she spoke the wound healed within moments as if nothing ever happened to her skin.
She tossed the daggers aside and walked up next to the human. Her hands grabbed his hair and pulled him up so that he would look directly. “You feel it because you are human. You are weak because you are human. You die because you are human. Tell me, what is the point of living as a worthless human?” The angel paused briefly, “I will let you know that there is none.” Strong hands then let go of his hair and emerald eyes watched his head fall forward.
She then grabbed her short leather whip. The leather pieces were short but they were also thin. Satisfied with the weapon once again she placed herself behind the man. She cracked her whip to hit the being before her, enjoying the fact that she was inflicting pain on this creature. Skin broke in numerous places along his bare back, the blood fell like a water sliding down a window after a light shower. “Poor humans… always the food, always considered the weak ones, always being showed mercy by others, always pathetic”, were the words produced with Sadria’s mocking tone. “Tell me… Is it painful? Is it frustrating? Do you loath yourself?” Naturally pink lips whispered into his right ear and then they formed into a smirk. Well built legs then made their way towards the table again placing the bloodied whip back onto the table. Then turning, so that Sadira could view her captive better, she crossed her arms across her chest. “Well speak to me or else the pain with be amplified.”