The chamber was drowned in screams.
Vorun's voice cracked against the walls, raw and shrill, as Siris's laughter sliced through it like glass.
"Tell me," her voice rang from within the burning barrier, venomous and amused, "how did it feel when your brain froze solid? Did you hear the silence before it shattered?"
Another shriek. Chains rattled.
"What about when your kidney I froze bursts, the shards stabbing through your stomach, ripping your intestines apart?" She asked sweetly, her tone mocking. "Did you enjoy the sound of your own body eating itself?"
One could tell she was having a good time making a mess out of Vorun.
"STOP! STOP!" Vorun's cries broke, devolving into hoarse sobs. "I beg you—enough! Enough!"
But his words meant nothing. His body would heal. He would scream again. Siris, however, had promised pain, and she would stand up to it.
