Torture Chamber

[Itami]

::Having just left the Pub of Dead Men's Tales, you stumble drunkenly down the rocky path until you come to another old building not far away. The front is inviting enough -- duel torches illuminate a pair of solid wooden doors, painted dark green to offset the stone foundation of the building itself. Narrow slits of windows dot the facade of the first two stories, while the single window of the third is covered with iron bars. You hesitate for a moment, and then enter::

::The doors slam closed behind you before you can even register your surroundings. Looking around, you suddenly find yourself in a dimly-lit stone room, much resembling the castle dungeons of the old world. Iron manacles hang from hooks on the walls, large cages sit empty in the corners.... And one lone man comes forward to greet you::

"Welcome to my fun house. I am Itami," ::he says with a smirk, dark eyes twinkling. His black hair falls haphazardly around his head, half-concealing the large scar running from his forehead to his cheek. He sweeps a hand around the room:: "Perhaps you're here to learn a few of my tricks? I am the best there is.... Everything you ever wanted or needed to know about torture, I can teach you. So...is that why you're here?" ::He grins darkly, showing off his rather crooked teeth:: "Or would you prefer I use you as an experiment...?"

Rules
1. No spamming, duh.
2. No godmoding
3. No loitering. You're either here to torture, or here to be tortured.
4. You can do whatever you want, so long as it's within reasonable bounds (this is by no means a gore-fest).
5. Have fun with this. The idea is modeled after Mordor's torture thread, which seemed to be pretty popular with the Hobbits.... Remember, torture can be a great form of stress relief!

[Neron Diego]

Neron stood looking about the dimly lit room. "Nice place" he mumbled to himself before addressing the man standing before him. "Itami... that right, is it not? I have a slight proposition for you..." His brown eyes gleam in the light and instead of their usual look of lust they hold a certain evil. He's not a normal pirate, as his fancier clothing would point out. His white silk shirt shimmers slightly, but his black pants and waistcoat dampen it out. On top of it all he wears his blood red gentlemans coat. Over his shoulder is something large. In the dimness it is hard to make out what it is, but it appears to be a body. "Excuse me I am..."

"A bloody bastard who is about to let go of me right now." A voice growled. It came from the body over his shoulder, and it is now appearent that it is a young woman.

"Neron Diego" He finished, compleatly ignoring the remark. "I'm a slaver by trade, and I have found over the years, that certain merchandice is... shall we say... unfit? Not ready? Not broken... there... thats it. There're not broken enough to be sold. I'm guessing torture is a good enough way to calm them down a bit."

"Put me down you bloody son of a..."

Neron flung the girl off of his shoulder and hard onto her back on the ground. "Gladly" He sneered. The girl sat up and her hair fell back from her face. Even without the blue silk bandana, anyone who has lived in Tortuga long enough would recognize Saber. Wearing her usual black pants, white shirt, and blue corset. She peered around the room with a mixed look of horror and disgust.

"Crud... Um... I think I will be leaving now..." She jumped to her feet, and made a dash for the door. Neron grabed her around the waist and pulled her back. He Slamed her to her knees and grabed ahold of her hair and jerked her head back. Saber's chest heaved as she stared with fear around her. She whinced as Neron tightened his grip on her hair.

"As you can see, her body and face are pleasing, but her language and manners, for lack of a better word, are deplorable. As are many other of the wenches Ive had to deal with. Perhaps you can come up something, that will not disfigure the body too much... but that will inflict serious pain?" Neron raised an eyebrow and looked up at Itami. If anyone could help him... this man could.

[Itami]

::Itami looked the woman over with a careful eye, a slow grin speading across his features. She was so young, and so full of life.... Ah, she would be a real treat for him after going so long without spilling some fresh blood. Moving closer, he reached out and clasped his slim fingers around her chin, and gently tilted her head to each side as he continued to examine her. Finally satisfied, he released his grip and turned up to the man before him::

::He'd barely taken notice of him in the excitement of his new prize, but now he looked him over as scrutinizingly close as he had the other. He was tall and broad, with a mass of large black curls falling about his neck and shoulders. His eyes were a piercing brown, set deeply in a handsome face. He looked almost familiar, actually, but Itami wouldn't have cared much either way. He didn't make it a habit to aquire friends::

"Not a difficult request, I should think. Follow me." ::He started to turn and head for one of the back doors, then stopped and shot a sly grin at the woman in Neron's arms:: "You ought to come, too.... Wouldn't want you missing out on the fun." ::With that, he nodded up at Neron and headed for the back::

[Neron Diego]

Neron smiled sinisterly as Itami "examined" the girl. He watched the evident delight on the man's face at the prospect of torturing the girl. Neron himself was not one to inflict much pain on his "wares" as he called them... But times were hard. Women were growing stronger, and especially these pirate brats. They were so arrogant, always having something to say, always having to get the last word or dig. They also struggled a good deal more then the usual whores and ladies he delt with. It was as if they had more to live for... to be free for. Well any strong spirit could be broken over time, especially if pain was involved.

He watched Itami and studdied him. What went on in the mind of a man who simply tortured for pleasure? As Itami spoke, and moved away Neron yanked Saber up by her hair and made her stand. Gripping her around her waist, and holding her arms he propelled her forward towards the door. "Yes... the fun... you like fun... don't you Saber? He said softly but meanicingly in her ear.

Saber meanwhile had been trying to take all of this in. As Itami had gripped her chin, she had started to pull away. His grip was like iron, and Neron also tightened his grip in her locks. As she was dragged to her feet, she wanted to yell... but something told her to not show weakness. And she mearly grimiced. As she was propelled towards the door however she began to struggle again. "For God's sake let me go! What the hell did I ever do to you?" She said through gritted teeth as she tried to brace her feet against the floor.

Neron shoved her forward and made her stummble through the opening. "Oh I don't know... ran away from me... tried to kill me... Called me a bastard and other less savory names... take yore pick girl." he said following Itami and Saber into whatever lay beyond that black opening.

[Itami]

::Itami ignored the two people behind him as he headed down the dimly lit stone hallway. He had no interest in the reasons for why Neron had brought the woman. It was none of his concern what had happened between those two in the past, or even what would happen to them once they left. He didn't care much for others, nor did he put a very high value on human life. To him, they were mere puppets for his amusement...an image brought to life by his various instruments of torture. Perhaps that was the reason he took so naturally to the art....::

"This way. Watch your heads...." ::Without looking back to make sure they were following his orders, Itami led Neron and Saber into a small, low-ceilinged room with stones as dark and moss-covered as the rest of the building lining the walls. It really looked like an ancient Medieval dungeon, complete with dim lighting and several sets of metal manacles dangling from the walls. The difference, however, was that Itami's room was full of odd-looking contraptions from every period in history::

::A long, narrow table stood in the center, with a large gear at its side for stretching the wrist and ankle clamps further apart with every agonizing turn. A group of hooks hung from a ceiling rack in one of the corners, while the opposite was graced with a set of stocks and a thick, leather whip. More odd contraptions, whose purposes only a mind like Itami's could begin to guess, filled the rest of the room. Itami, however, walked past them all, to a small wooden chair hidden in the back. He approached it, then turned and nodded for Neron to set the girl in it::

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

Neron continued to push Saber down the hall, but she wasnt struggling as much now. She knew there was no chance of escape, so she decided to wait and see if she could barter for her life later. He pushed her head down as the entered the low room, and as Saber lifted it again, she wished she hadn't.

"Oh 'ell." she breathed and looked around the room, eyes wide with fear. It was full of horrible looking contraptions that Saber didnt even want to guess the usage of. She shut her eyes not wanting to think about which ones would be used on her. Her eyes flew open though as she felt herself being forced into a chair.

She sat there, bearly daring to breath, as she looked up at her two captors. She tried to muster her old recklessness and usual bravado "What are you going to do to me?" She asked trying to keep the waver out of her voice. Whatever they chose to do, she was pretty sure it was going to hurt.

[Itami]

(Sorry this took so long, mate....)

::Itami grinned darkly at the frightened girl in the chair before him. Though she tried to hide it, he could see she was trembling faintly, her cheeks flushing white as her capillaries constricted from the anxiety. What could she be imagining was about to happen to her? As her eyes darted nervously between the two men, Itami suspected he read her thoughts.... ::

::To her small fortune, however, she was completely wrong. Itami did not have enough interest in others to care for such forms of torture. No...his only lust was that for blood. He saw torture as an art; an art he had come to perfect in all his years of practice::

::Glancing over at Neron, Itami sneered:: "This will not take long. You know the way back to the main room." ::He turned his back to him, not waiting for the protest he knew would come, but instead giving his full attention to Saber. He placed a cold hand on her cheek, ran his thin fingers over her skin, smirked as she trembled beneath his touch. This was going to be fun....::

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

Neron glared at the back of Itami's head. His hand fingered the hilt of his dagger for a moment, and then shooting one last look at Saber, he turned and stalked off toward the main room. No point in getting into a fight over a matter such as this... but he would remember the slight, and keep it in his memory should he and Itami meet again.

Saber watched Neron go with mixed feelings. She hated him, but certainly he was better then this Itami. Her gaze turned to him, and she drew back, as he placed a hand on her cheek. She trembled at his touch, and reached up a hand to push his away. For some reason she couldn't take her gaze from his. She knew he could read her like a book. Read every ounce of fear and terror that was in her eyes. No chance for bravado now...

"Please... just let me go. I... I'll do whatever you want... give you anything... just let me go..."' She stammered her way through her plea, trying to tear her eyes from his. Looking at him, she knew the appeal would do no good... in fact, It might make him more determined in his course of action. With much effort, Saber shut her eyes, and turned her head, concealing the frightened tears that were begining to well up. This wasn't like her! Why was she so afraid? Just reach out and hit him or something!!!! her mind screamed... but she couldnt... she couldnt even do that.

[Itami]

::She was so weak::

::He could almost taste her fear in the bead of sweat that ran slowly down from her temple. Was it his appearance that caused her to feel so helpless? Something about his presence that struck terror into her very soul? Or was it her imagination, playing out before her eyes all of the gruesome stories written in the dungeon walls? He couldn't suppress a smirk as he traced her thin jawline::

"I cannot help but notice, my dear, that you seem...confused as to why you are here." ::He took a few steps to the right, turning his back to her while he inspected his instruments:: "Normally, I try not to make it my business why certain individuals seek my art. But I find myself curious; what did such a pretty little flower do to deserve a meeting with me?" ::As he spoke, his lips curled into an amused grin. He certainly wasn't complaining that she was here. It had been some time since he last had the opportunity to scar such beautiful, innocent flesh...::

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

Saber watched as he turned his back. This was the moment... she wasn't attached to the chair. She could make a dash for it! And be caught by Itami, or Neron on her way out. Biting her lip she sat there, trying to calm her rappidly beating heart. Suddenly her mind became alert as he began to talk to her. "Wha.. what?". She scowled slightly as he called her a pretty little flower. She was about to call him scum and tell him it was none of his buisness, but something told her to be civil.

"Neron kidnapped me on the warf the other day, and I've been giving him hell since then... so he brought me to you..." She shut her eyes and a tear trickled down her cheek. "Please... I'll do anything... I don't .. I..." She opened her eyes "I'll behave, I swear to god I will..." She said, fear and desperation filling her voice. "I dont want to die..."

[Itami]

::Itami didn't respond to the girl's pleas right away. Instead, he took a few moments to finger the long, metal clamp he had picked up off the table, turning his thoughts slowly over in his mind. So it wasn't that she'd done anything wrong to speak of...she just needed to be broken. He smiled, crooked teeth flashing in the dim light::

"Such a sad tale, my dear," ::he began, turning around to show off the clamp in his hands:: "You truly are an innocent, aren't you? A harmless butterfly caught in the spider's web.... Such a good person shouldn't deserve a fate like this, oh no."

::He grinned again as lightning fast finger curled about her wrist, drawing one arm above her head:: "Too bad for you I'm not in this for the justice...."

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

Saber tried to control her breathing, and tears as she sat there. She waited the horrible seconds, minutes, hours... for some sort of reply from her captor. He turned slowly and Saber saw the clamp in his hand. In an instant, a thousand uses for such a divice flashed through her mind... and not one of the was useful or pretty. She drew back in her chair as far as she could as he aproached.

Suddenly he grabbed her arm, and held it above her head. She gave a small startled cry and then something seemed to slightly snap in her. Jerking harshly she tried to pull her hand away from him. Gathering up her other hand, she went to slap him across the face. "Let go of me you fiend!" She cried.

[Itami]

::The slap fell hard across his cheek, the force of the girl's swing jerking his head to the side. There he remained for several moments, not moving, not speaking, not even tightening his grip on her other wrist::

::Then, quietly at first, he began to laugh. Cold, black eyes shifted to meet her gaze, and finally Itami cracked his neck before turning his face back to her. There was nothing but amusement written in his dark grin:: "You don't know who I am, do you, flower?" ::He grabbed her free wrist, holding it up above her head with the other as he peered into her eyes:: "I am Fujimiya Itami...and for years, I have been training myself not to feel pain."

::To prove his point, he lowered one of his arms and drew back the long sleeve of his cotton shirt, exposing the many scars running over his skin. Most looked self-inflicted. He grinned, once more moving to catch her wrists:: "Though I do so appreciate your enthusiasm, it is pointless. You'll have to try something else."

[Saber & Kat Tompson]

Saber waited while he stood there, not reacting, not responding. Her blood was pounding in her ears, as she sat there not daring to breath. Had she angered him more? Would that make it only worse? She sat waiting for the answer to her questions. Her blood chilled, and a shiver ran down her spine as his laughed filled the room.

Saber stiffend as he grabbed her other arm, and jerked it above her head. He spoke of who he was and what he had trained himself to do. As he showed her his arm she noticed it was not unlike her own. Covered in scars... except his looked to be self inflicted, while her's were a painful reminder of her childhood.

He caught up her wrists and again, and she tried to pull away. This was no man, this was a monster. "Let me go... just let me go." She said struggling in his grasp. Never before had anyone placed so much fear into her heart. This... this man.. this devil.

[Itami]

::Ah, but this flower never stopped amusing him::

"Let you go? Now why would I want to do a thing like that?" ::He fastened her wrists into a pair of manacles on the wall, taking care to be gentle despite his intentions:: "Not only would your friend out there be sorely disappointed, but then I wouldn't have a chance to play. It's been such a long time since I got to claim flesh like this...."

::Grinning, he ran his fingers over her's, over the cold metal of the bonds, and down her smooth wrists. So pale, so perfect.... Innocence at it's peak. But wait....::

::He peered closer, grasping her forearm painfully tight as his gaze traveled over the series of scars already marring her skin. This wasn't right...! She was supposed to be his! How could someone else have already claimed her?!::

::Furious, he released her arm and pulled away, gripping the edge of the table with white knuckled fists:: "Who did this to you?!" ::he bellowed, not bothering to explain himself. It was so unfair! Why did the world always tease him with prizes he could never have?! Still seething, he picked up a small dagger from the table and whirled around. His eyes were wild::

"Answer me!!"

(...Yes, he's absolutely insane. In case you hadn't noticed.)