Isen's gaze sharpened as he drew closer to the last town. Much to his shock Callista didn't bother making a move within her carriage and hoped that it would be the same with the last one. "I'm bored Isen, entertain me." She finally mused out of her chilling silence.
"I'm not your entertainer! I'm a knight-" Her ears drowned the rest of his speech. "Uh huh! So tell me a joke or something. I'm sure that you had spent enough time watching your men die that you picked up a couple of jokes along the way."
Taking in a long deep breathe, he tried to maintain her composure however she was relentless. "Fine! What do you call a woman that can't keep their lips shut!" His tone filled with rage. "I don't know. What do you call her?" His response colder than the question, his intent clear. "A whore." His laugh forced failing to amuse Callista.
"You're terrible at this. How about I try. What do you call a man clutching his groins in pain?" His eyes narrowed with suspicion, he didn't bother with asking for the answer. "A neutered Isen." Her laugh natural making his spine tingle. "What? I'm sure that the joke was funny, right?" He ignored her ramblings as the two drew closer to the next town.
"I've been waiting to play a new game and I finally have the participants for it." Her tone laced with anticipation making him shudder. "Is it going to be mindless slaughter?" His voice filled with mockery. "Please, I've seen enough blood for the week. I don't want to get my paws dirty so casually."
He wasn't sure to let out a a sigh of relief or dread the worst with her words. 'There are fates worse than death.' He recalled in his mind as the carriage dragged into the town. The crystalline horses quickly caught glances from all over however the two ignored it.
However much to his shock, she didn't bother with her sadistic games but rent a room and sleep. 'I guess that even she grows weary with time ' He couldn't help but muse. He was downstairs, his hand hovering over the knob to the outside world. 'Or should I use this opportunity to finally end her life?'
He weighed the pros and cons of the situation. However recalling her "joke" he chose to let it go for now. The sounds of kids running about filled his ears, the sounds of haggling buyers and persistent merchants blending into the background. 'Should I warn them or is it part of her plan?'
Left between choosing the two, he chose the latter. Not out of fear but curiosity. 'At the last town she hadn't bothered a single person and now she thinks that I'll let my guard down for this? How shallow does she think of me?' He cursed, making his way to a restaurant.
With the constant exposure to flesh, he chose something more that he could digest without ending in gags or wretches. 'I can't believe that I forgot how it felt to have a hot delicious meal.' He praised the chef before taking a walk out on the streets. A subconscious smile came about his face however something darker lurked.
'She ensured that my morals would be abysmal before we arrive at the capital. I can onto dread with what she has in her demented mind of hers.' The more time dragged on, the more he yearned to bring and end to her. 'I won't have a chance like this ever again. I can't let it slip through my hands.'
She hadn't bother resting for the rest of the trip however with her guard down, he chose to make a move. "Oh hello sir could interest you with a freshly baked piece of loaf?" The sound of a meek young boy filled his ears. "Huh?" Turning his head at the source, the sound of scolding followed. "What are you doing here?! I told you to go fetch the basket of food from your mother."
The man turned to face Isen. "I'm sorry about the brat! What can I interest you in?" Isen didn't give an immediate response, his mind wondering whether to interact with the two or keep on walking. 'She intentionally makes sure that the people I talk to face the worst of it. It's best that I keep on walking.'
Without another word he marched on eliciting an outrage of shock and stupor from the man. From there he made his way to the church to make his deposit. "Thank you my son." The father mused, his tone filled with gratitude. "It's nothing really." His face lighting up with glee. 'So this is how it feels to have a conversation without the screams if hundreds behind your back.'
The more he felt socializing with those around him, the more at ease he grew. 'So this is what I've been working towards.' Looking at the laughs and smiles shining fro the crowd, he wished the entire world to be like so.
Making his way back to Callista's room, he was pleased with the silence he faced. 'Great, she's still sleeping. He slowly yet carefully opened the knob. His steps over to her bed quieter with each step as he brandished a knife and hug it over her head. "This is for the innocent you've killed." His words followed with a downward motion.
The blade came in contact with her skin and yet her head didn't roll to the floor, blood didn't spurt as he had pictured but the blade itself fractured into a million pieces. "Huh?" She turned around, still in her slumber. 'Luckily she hadn't gotten up.' As he began to creep away back to the door, something hard pressed on his back.
"You really shouldn't have bothered my patience." Her words ringing through his ears. "But wait? How are you?" Before h could look back, a knock to his head sent him unconscious.b
***
"Uh....huh?"' He groaned in pain as his head was bathed in agony. "Callista!" He cried out however silence met his questions. "Nggh!!" His attempts of freeing his body were met with a grim reality, the glyph at his feet blocking his malcore and the chains made of obsidian , Callista's obsidian.
"What is going on? What are you up to ?" More outrages going into the dark. "So you're the one I'll be taking care of!" A hoarse voice rang through the air followed with the snarky chuckle. The man stepped into the light and his face left much to the desired.
Worts and warts coating his right side, the left bathed in singed flesh. His height small as a piece of metal played in his hands. "She told me to let you choose. Do you want a clean cut of your balls or still have them but smash them?" It was then that Isen realized that he was naked.
"You! Do you know who you're suspending? A command of Redfall and you are as of currently impeding my investigations with Callista Vaewlyn." His tone haughty however the man didn't buy it. "Since you like talking so much, it would be fitting for you to scream, no?" The man didn't bother with an answer as he clamped the rudimentary pliers onto Isen's gonads.
"Aargh!!!!!" His screams of pain and outrage began to fill the dark room. The rats hiding in the corner scurried about, the torturer went on with his session before it came to an end. Isen's body spasmed and twitch in pain and agony he had never thought would be feasible. His face was sweating buckets, the man with the pliers donning an ugly smile as he put the pliers to the side.
"Isen, was it? I don't know what you did to deserve this but you'll have to enjoy every passing second of this. Her orders of course." Isen who could barely hear heard his words as nothing more than whispers. "Dad?! Dad please help me!" A father son pair was dragged into the same room he was in.
"You- argh!!" His curse cut halfway with the seering pain coursing through his body. His crotch was turned purple to which the man selected a pair of rusty shears to the side. "Your talking will have to stop for now so watch the play." With a yank, Isen felt his scrotum being cut away from his body.
The already mind numbing pain elated to new heights. "Fuckkk!!!!!!" His curses scaring the two out of their wits.
*Plop*
The man chuckled before putting the shears away. "Now for you two. Don't worry Isen, I'll make sure to take great care of them." His words ending with a playful smirk. First he began with the father, Isen recognized him from the stall trying to sell him some bread however his eyes could barely remain open.
"Do you know what I like about this new era of technology? It's that I get my hands on new toys. Like this..." The man brandished a drill, it's mechanical hum startling the two. The burnt bastard made his way to what seemed like a dated sewing machine. Threads all over. "Now, we have to start with a smile. After all this is the first impression we're trying to got for here."
*Hum*
"Areghhh!!!!" The man violently jerked in his chair, his straps locking him in place. The man began to drill holes into his teeth, each and every single one of them. From his incisor to his molar at the back, his mouth was filled with crimson and a metallic hue of a taste, his eyes trickling with tears.
"Now to pull them out. It should be over in a jiffy." Bringing the threads over, he made sure to rope them through the holes and firmly latch on. The man made his way back to the sewing machine and with a step, the strings tightened. "Errghhh!!!!" The father cried out in pain as the devil he now saw him as went on. "What? I'm helping you keep your teeth in check."
He pressed on the pad once more. This time it wasn't just screams but blood as well. The father's teeth began to slowly but surely bend to the threads wiggling out of their bed.
*Tap*
His incisor fell to the floor followed with his canines. His gums bled, his head unable to comprehend the pain as he bordered unconsciousness. However the progress came to a dramatic halt when it came to the premolars and molars. "Don't worry, I'll make sure that I get them all out. A promise I have to keep."
The man kept on stepping on the pad with the hopes of yanking the father's teeth out however to no avail. "Looks like I'll have to loosen it up a bit." He muttered, in hands a flimsy pocketknife which he wasted no time digging into his mouth. It's bluntness deliberate as he began to carve the gums out till all he saw was the enamel.
The father's mouth forced opened with a contraption that opened his jaw far too wide for comfort. "Now...it should work." With a forceful step down, the rest of his teeth cane flying out. "On a scale of one to ten how do you think I did? Did I do well Isen?" The man interviewed lost in his own world of pain as well.
"Now you...what am I supposed to do with you?" He couldn't help but wonder. "She did say that you were incentive all together so I guess I'll have my way with you." The boy feeling the man's lecherous gaze cried out for his father. "Yo...." Isen who was about to bother with words went back to his purgatory of hellish pain.
The man began with a drug, not to make the kid fall unconscious but stay awake for what was to come. His chair with a few cranks turned into a table before the man tore away the kid's clothes. "Noooo....." Isen managed to murmur as the boy felt something poke his rear.
With a thrust, the torturer groaned in bliss with his hands grabbing tightly to the boy's hips with his rough hands.