Illethiann and Bloodwind
Illethiann his eyes are closed, two chains around his wrist to keep him off the ground. The red runes on his back are ruined by the slashes of a whip on his back. Even now, an hour after the –punishment- the blood continues dripping of his back, fighting against the sleep, the exhaustion. Just as he was about to give in, someone enters the chamber, smirking as he eyes Illethiann up and down.
“Look at this, you’re looking better than ever, my old friend.”
How could someone not recognise a voice like that, it was Bloodwind and he was enjoying every second of the pain he gave Illethiann.
“Ooh? Not interested in a good conversation? Pitty.. I guess I’ll go and get your apprentice instead then.”
Illethiann his eyes -flew-, the fel blazing in it, like never before. He was angered, he could bare the pain they brought upon him, but never the fact they would hurt the ones he cares about.
“Leave her out of this!”
Bloodwind smirked, he knows he has Illethiann where he wants him.
“Then, you’ll have to talk.”
Illethiann, trying to control his anger, just gave him a nod, nothing more, nothing less.
“Good, do you have any proof of the fact I ordered my apprentice to lower her barrier?”
“N-No.. I-I d.. do not.”
Bloodwind laughed, nodding ones.
“Let’s see if you speak the truth then. DAWNSTRIDE!”
A muscular elf stepped into the room the moment the name echoed through the estate.
“My Lord?”
“Dawnstride, make sure our guest gets a special cure for.. speaking the truth.”
Dawnstride nods, taking the whip from his belt, continuing the whipping on the back of Illethiann. A grin on his face, like a true sadist. Illethiann his screams echoes through the estate. The wounds on his back, get wounds of themselves.. If that was possible. While Dawnstride continues whipping Illethiann, a young female enters the room, she doesn’t seem that horrible and mean, yet. As many know, looks never mean a thing.
“Can I join you, Dawnstride? Lord Bloodwind promised I would get revenge for the dead of my brother.”
Dawnstride smirks, nodding, as he pats Illethiann’s back. Blood hanging on his hand.
“Go on then.”
The woman smiles, taking a small knife out of her pockets, as she slowly starts to stab Illethiann in his legs and arms. Illethiann his eyes widen, he continues screaming his longues out, but the pain is unbearable.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaar-…”
Only the sound of the whip hitting the flesh remains, while Illethiann hangs lifeless on the chains.