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And so the torture begins. Luka tensed when the hunter moved towards him again and strapped one arm down before attending to the other. What was she going to do? Luka tried to take steady breath and keep his arms relaxed. It always hurt more when you tensed after all. That is what father often told him. That was always something far easier to say than do. And he'd never been in any situation remotely resembling this. He wasn't sure how much pain he could actually endure. He did know Dark Witches tended to have higher pain tolerance considering their own magic did damage to the body, but still. He hated to admit it but he was a bit scared.
Then the hunter began to slice his arm open. He did tense and for the most part, he was able to refrain from doing anything else or making any noise. The addition of salt however... he couldn't help but gasp and cry out. His hand shook from the strain and began to twitch once his muscle was torn. He was sure she had seared some of his nerves considering the way the appendage trembled. He wouldn't apologize though. He had nothing to apologize for. He had spoken the truth and she didn't deserve any sort of apology. Hunters had caused the destruction of his family and many more.
He winced as his own magic reacted to his pain and his arteries seemed to take on a darker purple coloration. It was begging to be released on this woman to make her regret her actions but he didn't want to use his magic. Not yet. He had to hold on for as long as he could. He didn't want to give them any sort of advantage of learning any secret about his magic. But oh, how it yearned and crawled just beneath his skin.
Then the hunter began to slice his arm open. He did tense and for the most part, he was able to refrain from doing anything else or making any noise. The addition of salt however... he couldn't help but gasp and cry out. His hand shook from the strain and began to twitch once his muscle was torn. He was sure she had seared some of his nerves considering the way the appendage trembled. He wouldn't apologize though. He had nothing to apologize for. He had spoken the truth and she didn't deserve any sort of apology. Hunters had caused the destruction of his family and many more.
He winced as his own magic reacted to his pain and his arteries seemed to take on a darker purple coloration. It was begging to be released on this woman to make her regret her actions but he didn't want to use his magic. Not yet. He had to hold on for as long as he could. He didn't want to give them any sort of advantage of learning any secret about his magic. But oh, how it yearned and crawled just beneath his skin.