”Pleasure is sweetest
when 'tis paid for by another's pain."
~Ovid
Speech Code ~ #0101DF | Thought Code ~ #01A9DB
*Warning: This post may contain bodily harm that could be triggering*
Once Alcinder had reached his dungeons - they were his - he had devised several delicious plans on how to torture this vermin Vordada. First thing to attend to, however, was ensuring that the sacrifice was properly prepared for her majesty.
Upon entry to the sacrificial chambers, he was unable to contain the giggle of glee at the sight of the traumatized girl. The empty, hollowed look in her eyes was exactly what he had been going for when he had gifted her to his underlings. She was almost akin to a doll, as she sat in the corner unmoving, slumped against the wall, gaze staring off at something they could not see or possibly nothing at all. Her lips did tremble a bit, as though she were uttering words that only she could hear, but otherwise she was still, and he reveled in the broken doll that lay crumpled before him.
Dropping to a crouch before her, he grabbed her limp wrist and pulled, rising and bringing her with him so that she dangled almost lifelessly before him. ”How unfortunate. I didn’t expect you to break so easily. Perhaps I should have my fun with the next one first, as it seems that my little pets can’t completely control their own urges.” He leaned forward and sniffed the girl’s neck and hair, a groan of enjoyment escaping his lips at the scent of a woman. Once he had his fill of her smell, though, he let her fall back to the floor in a heap. ”Entirely useless, you are, other than as a sacrificial lamb to keep my beautiful Queen happy.” He dusted his hands off together and motioned for one of the prior men to grab her and with that, she was dragged limply to the room that the actual sacrifice would occur in,
Now, onto Vordada …
Alcinder woke early, almost giddy with excitement to continue the torture of the previous night. Vordada’s screams of agony had delighted his dreams, filling him with a rejuvenated sense of satisfaction, and he stretched on his cot as he sat up. The old blanket was tossed aside as he rose to his feet, the cold airs of the dungeon instantly hitting his bare skin. As he crossed the room that he had claimed as his own and began to dress, he mulled over the endless possibilities that the day before him held. Perhaps he would get another lovely girl to play with.
Once clothed, he snatched up his bag of torture tools - he liked to think of himself as an anti-doctor - and easily made his way from his room and down the small hallway that separated it from the cell that Vordada was being held in.
”Rise and shine, Vordada the Vermin! I am here once again to keep you company, and boy oh boy do we have a full day ahead of us,” he announced gleefully as he unlocked the cell. Vordada groaned in response, unable to utter a word through his swollen mouth. Half of his teeth were gone, and his lips were cracked and caked with dried blood. One eye was entirely swollen shut and the other quite close to the same, but despite this the man was still able to open it just enough to peer at the white haired demon before him. As soon as he laid eyes on him, he let out a gruntled scream and attempted to crawl away, but Alcinder simply chuckled and dropped his bag to the ground, an ominous clanging sound resonating from it. This sent Vordada into a flurry as he tried to scramble away from Alcinder, but he simply grabbed the man’s ankles and yanked him back in one movement, smashing him into the bars of the cell as he did.
”Now, now, Vermin - didn’t we talk about this type of attitude yesterday?” he clucked at the man, in a crouch beside his head. Vordada groaned in response and attempted to rise, but instantly crumpled again. ”Oh, you want to stand? Here, don’t worry - I’ll help you!” With that, he grabbed Vordada by the hair and yanked hair, pulling the man to a stumbling, bent-over stance. Alcinder lowered his head to look Vordada in the face, his eyes wide and a blank expression on his face. ”Don’t worry, friend; I’ll take great care of you.”
After that, there were only screams.
”S-S-Sir Quillon!”
With a sound of annoyance, Alcinder flung Vordada to the ground. The man was barely more than a corpse at this point, blood pouring from nearly every possibly place, and the only sign of life was the raggedly drawn breaths that broke through the stillness of the cell. Intent on leaving him to rot, Alcinder approached the cell bars, glaring out at the man who stood on the other side. ”Can’t you see that I’m busy?” he snarled.
The knight trembled a bit under his blood thirsty gaze and barely managed to stammer, ”Th-There was an-an assasination attempt! O-On the Queen! Sir Veldine has sent me to inform you to prepare for an inquisition!”
At this, Alcinder was both intrigued and absolutely infuriated. Who dared attempt to hurt his Ivelda!
Without a moment of hesitation he was out of the cell, leaving the mess for his subordinates to take care of, and on his way to the throne room, intent on getting to the bottom of whatever had happened to his precious Queen.