As Tamrissa awakens and wanders back to Narakas chambers, the priests are just now at worship in the temple
The
prisoner is unbreakable, Master, a quiet voice tries to whisper over the chants of the praying priests.
No man or woman is unbreakable. Everyone has at least one weakness, a harsher deeper voice replies. Find it and use it against our willful little mutt.
We have tried to find it, but it is only possible to break into the mind slightly, enough to cause minor belief in some of our mind tricks, the voice grows desperate. There is a wall that has no key, a force that is strengthened by something more than mere will.
What does one do when a door is locked and no key can be found? the deeper voice becomes almost musical. You knock it down with force! Use however many of your high masters of the mind arts as you need! The present woman is growing too useless. She offers nothing more than looks now and there are some things that I cannot conceal about her. I need the power of the other in my control
in my complete control!!
Yes, Master, the voice sounds tired, unable to contest the owner of the other voices demand.
When I am finished tonight, you may work on the damned witch, the voice mutters as it fades away into the darkness of the shadows.
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In a cell below ground, a huddled figure sits in the corner of a small metal box. No trace of light reaches the shivering mound inside the tiny enclosure. The air is stale and putrid, the darkness blinding and the walls of the box are cold and slippery with the dew that accompanies harsh underground cells. A sudden smack of a fist on the top of the box makes the whole thing ring with a piercing echo and a whimper emerges from the tortured throat of the prisoner.
It is time, the same deep voice from the temple says idly and then a door creaking open is heard.
The metal cage rattles with the sounds of a key being fitted into a lock. Bright blue light splashes into the box, as the side swings open. Hands reach in to the scraggly woman sitting back against the opposite wall. She kicks and bites, her eyes closed against the light.
Get on with it!
A few more hands restrain her and pull her out, a screech tears from chapped lips. She is dragged to her feet, dirty blond curls tossed over her face with a struggling throw of her head.
How long now, my love? a tan hand pulls the hair aside and lifts the bruised chin of a once lovely woman. How long until you give in to me?
Eat shit, she snaps and narrows dark olive eyes at him.
The man laughs the darkly amused laugh that could only be Narakas.
Woman, I could take those words from your mouth and turn them on you, he stops laughing as he speaks and sneers, the back of his hand raising as if he should strike her.
She draws her head to the side, waiting for and trying to ward off the blow. Her eyes stay narrowed at him.
You see? Even now you cower, you react to each suggestion of harm. I could rip your mind easily now.
You can do nothing. My shields remain unphased by your 'mind rips', she grins, her bruised mouth widening. You need my power just as much as you need his. You threaten me with my life and with his pain, but you will not kill me and I am the only way to his complete energy. I am the only one good enough to bring him out of the abyss! So, you continue to threaten and I continue to obey, but there will be a day when I shall find a way to turn the ritual around and let him draw on you
and he will suck you dry
His hand flies across her mouth, making the hands holding her grasp tighter as she almost falls. She immediately begins speaking again.
And you need the others power too to finish your ultimate plan of take over. You know that I would elude you if you were to set me before them when they arrive. I would sacrifice everything to warn them and help them. It makes you afraid of me and afraid of the rest of them as your current woman might not be so convincing to them, she laughs against the pain. They will find out,
sweetness, and they will fight you until the end. They will send you back to the hell you came from, you son of a bitch!
He lets out a frustrated cry and strikes her again, the crack of his hand hitting the side of her face.
Put her back in! There will be no ritual for her tonight! he clenches his hands and looks down at the smiling face staring up at him from beneath a tangle of curls. I am afraid of no one, but you are right about one thing, Tamrissa Roshan. You, I will never kill.
His finger slides along her jaw, wiping away the trickle of blood.
You will live to know that you are the destroyer of your lovers soul. You will be locked in darkness, with only your friends freshly scalped skulls to keep you company, until your body takes over your mind and turns you to an animal, he runs his finger down along the reopened cut that one of his rings had made on another night that her mouth had angered him, bringing a hiss of pain from her. An exotic animal that I can hold on a chain and use at my own will.
He chuckles as she rears her head back and kicks out at him, the hands holding her back and shoving her into the metal box. The door slams shut.
Fei will suffer for your words this night, he crouches down to the locked door. The priests will serve well enough to grind the power from him for one ritual.
The sound of fists hitting the inside side of the door makes him laugh.
You are very good at knowing when he is in pain, arent you? This should be an excellent chance for you to feel it full force, he smirks. I will even let you listen to his screams. Beautiful long tortured screams of a pathetic soul who knows you are the cause of his agony."
A scream of anger comes from the box.
Good night, my lady, he motions and all lights go off as he exits, the door to the room closing with a loud click.
~A sweet little woman..with more bite than bark.~