Experimentation
(WARNING! CHAPTER CONTAINS VIOLENT DESCRIPSION OF BLOOD AND STUFF! LOCATED TOWARDS END OF CHAPTER! If you don't want to read it, you can skip it.)
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(Dorrak POV)
Walking in a hurried manner to the room my little girl is staying in and soon I reached it. Taking a moment to steady my breath I knocked on the door awaiting a response.
"Come in."
I let a heavy breath out and opened the door into a bright pink room with a white desk and bookshelf, both filled with books. On the floor there was an oval carpet with a white and pink ring patern. And in the corner, there was a bed with pink covers on it, and in this bed was my precious baby girl. She was a mix between myself and my wife, who was no longer with us, who was a Tabby cat, which didn't help our daughter's constitution as it made her very sickly.
"Hello my baby girl." I said lovingly to her.
"Hello Father." She replied with a weak smile on her face.
"How are you feeling?" I asked with some hope that she had gotten better from the last time that we met.
"Same as last time, not better, but not worse either." She said with a hint of sadness in her eyes, which she tried to hide but failed to.
"Well, you should be able to get better in a few months. With this project that I've been helping these guys on, we should be able to give you a method of self-recovery, not just for you, but for the rest of those like you." I said to her with some hope and joy in my voice, as if this really goes down as Rhistel told me, then she really will be able to recover from her current situation.
"Hm Hm~ I'm glad that this is happening soon, any idea on how soon." She chuckled to what I said and then asked.
"It should be about three... maybe four months, I think? That's what they estimated anyways, it could be longer I don't know, all I know is that you must hold out until then. I promised your mother that I would help you recover from this state." I replied to her question with some uncertainty and then got serious towards the end.
"Well, I'll be waiting till then." She said before yawning.
"I can see that you're tired, so I'll leave you be for now, until next time, my sweet child. Goodnight." I gave her my regards before making my way to leave.
"Goodbye and goodnight father!" She responded with a higher voice, before I heard her rustling back into bed, before closing the door.
"Hahh... I hope they get this over with soon... and that she can last until then..." I said in a sombre tone before going back to work.
(Traytora POV)
Pain and darkness assault both my mind, body and vision as I try to pry open my eyes. Just as I open my eyes slightly, I can see that an excessively bright light appearing out of nowhere.
"UGH!" Groaning at the light that just blinded me, I flinch my head to the side, despite knowing it won't help.
"Hm Hm Hm, you finally awoke." A male voice laced with nobility spoke out, presumably towards me.
"..." I gave no response to the man, still adjusting to the brightness.
"No words? Well, that's fine, it doesn't matter if you cooperate or not, because you have no way of retaliating at us for what we are going to do to you." The voice spoke with contempt in it.
I remained silent at his words, fluttering my eyes open as they kept flashing with stars.
"Ah, got your eyes back yet? Whatever, let's get this started, bring the first set over." The voice spoke out to some other beings.
I heard Something being moved towards me along with various footsteps that surrounded me. I started sweating in trepidation, my eyes still riddled with starts. Thats when I felt something prod the tip of my tail, something sharp, I try to move my tail but find that it's stuck in place. Thats when I realise that I'm bound all over.
"HAHA! Don't even think of struggling, it won't amount to anything." The voice mocked me.
The sharp thing went in deeper beneath one of my scales, tearing it off of my flesh easily.
"GRN!" I grunted in pain as the man slowly tore off my scale in an agonising manner. He laughed at my misery, slowing down even more.
"Ugh, get on with it Rhistel, we have to finish this as soon as possible before Dorrak's good nature forces him to enter this place." An imposing voice commanded, presumably towards the noble one.
"Fine... Can I at least play with her when we're done then?" The noble one asked.
My vision started to clear up at this moment and in front of me was, I think, a tall man with long ears, my guess is that he's an elf, but that's all my vision lets me see.
"Hahh.... Sure." The imposing voice said with tiredness.
I could see the elf in front of me move his body in celebration.
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As Rhistel pumped the air in celebration, he receives a menacing glare from his superior, spurring him to get to work. So, he did. He began by tearing the scales off of the tail of Traytora, making her groan in agony, which caused him to turn his smile into a grin.
This process went on for over an hour, and by the time Rhistel was finished tearing scaled off, there was already a pool of blood beneath where he stood. After that he then commanded some other people to come forth and cast some very specific spells, using their mana that created hallow circular rings in the air filled with various runes. This magic circle then sent out waves of mana that seeped into Traytora's flesh and into her tail's spine, all the way up to her head.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" With her eyes as wide as physically possible, she screams out, not from her body but her soul, which was being poked and prodded violently by the men in front of her.
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Outside the room Dorrak stood, and heard the heart wrenching scream, although he wanted to burst in there and stop them, he knew that the little snake would have to bear with it, and hopefully, she would be returned to her homeland.
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One month later.
In the experimentation room where Traytora was being held, she lay there, limply. All the suffering, from her flesh and scales being gouged off of her, to her soul being cut away, piece by agonising piece. The door to the room opened and in came Rhistel once more, to continue the tests.
"...Why..." Traytora said weakly, her voice haggard and worn from all the screaming.
"Hmm? Why you ask? Simple, you have something we want, so we're going to take it from you." He replied.
She looks up at him, her eyes pouring out with all that's left in them. All that remains in her eyes is despair and agony.
Grinning, the elf moves towards her, "You know, this should hopefully be the last time we need to cause pain unto you."
She looks up at him in absolute disbelief.
"But that doesn't mean I'll stop tormenting you." He said with dead eyes and a crazed smile, causing the now frail girl to tremble in complete terror, while her eyes full of dismay.
Rhistel steps forth, beginning the same process of peeling her scales off with a pair of pliers. After the fifth scale was pulled off, he 'accidentally' stabs her with them, causing her to scream out in anguish. He laughs as he just presses the pliers together and pulling back violently, ripping off her flesh along with the scale.
Rhistel then continues this process for each and every scale he pulls off after, making the poor girl wrench her voice into nothing. When he was done, he then went over to a nearby table and grabbed two needles, and then came back. He heartlessly stabbed both of them into her abdomen and injected the contents inside of her, causing her to gasp out for air she didn't have anymore.
An hour after the needles had been emptied, Rhistel called in the magic puppet that were used to tear apart Traytora's soul that contained her soul scroll, then store it within one of them. Normally they would just make the magic circles and start already but Rhistel stopped them before they could.
"We'll be doing it slightly differently today." He said with a manic grin on his face as he grabbed a small spoon and walked directly in front of Traytora.
Cupping her small face harshly, he brought the spoon to her left eye...
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