Although the terrifying creature before him was pleasant towards him (or as pleasant as the creature could be, really), Daniel felt a strange feeling come over himself. An out-of-body experience almost. A daze that fell over him in disbelief over what was unfolding before him and his soul nearly separating from his physical form. Was this real? It was as if the man’s sanity was slowly slipping away, the contents of his skull dripping out of his ears and onto the cold, eroded stone floor.
Placing the jar of blood in the corner of the next room, the young man continued to follow the lead of the Brute - despite the fact he could barely understand Gϋnther’s order, uttered in that guttural, monstrous tone that only a keen ear could understand. During his first week in the castle, the man could not understand them whatsoever. But he was learning slowly.
As instructed, he strode towards the helpless criminal. Daniel grabbed the victim’s arms and hoisted him up. He then reached for some nearby rope, which he proceeded to fasten the victim onto the wheel with, tying it securely around each wrist and ankle. This sort of job would have taken much longer for the Baron or servants to do alone, but having done this kind of torture with him and now the Brute, Daniel could cut back on preparation time with his youthful strength and eager spirit.
Once all was finished and the murderer began to whimper and plead for his life, Daniel took a step back, as if granting the Gatherer some room.
— ⟨ ♔ ⟩ The monster’s attention did not stray from the other’s working figure, several moans and groans leaving the Gatherer as he observed. This work was preformed far more efficiently than he could have done himself; with the loss of his left hand, the memory had since passed. It no longer sent chills of anguish down his spine nor caused him any grief over the loss of his hand. Now, as immoral thoughts whispered in his ear, the monstrosity formerly known as a human had no concern over the missing appendage.
Towering over the victim, Gϋnther devoured the fear plaguing the other’s features. It was an aesthetic alike no other, sending whirls of excitement and hunger throughout his body. Leaning next to the prisoner’s face, he bellowed, his left arm raising and coming down. However, Alexander’s orders sounded, perhaps in the back of his mind or he was actually speaking to the monster; do not kill the prisoners this early. The torture must be drawn out in order to extract the right amount of vitae. The end of the two foot blade stopped mere inches from the man’s face.
“I am tempted to share my perception of things, you pathetic creature.” Pressing the blade against the middle of his forehead, Gϋnther applied minimal pressure to his skull. The pleas filled the air and the monster practically consumed the fear he smelt. Retracting the hamstring blade, the monster observed the trembling form of the man and savored it. While the man stared, wide-eyed, at him - the Brute punctured the jagged end of his blade against the man’s arm, dragging it down. Blood bubbled under the skin and surfaced. The copper instantly met the monster’s sense of smell, and his mind reeled.
“Suffer.” Gϋnther snarled, the end of his blade gouging the man’s skin in several different places; the blood spilled onto the floor. Brute then backed away, seeing the prisoner’s agony as he began to panic. Without a glance at Daniel, he ordered in a level tone, “Get to it.”
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