A Goddess' Torture (Pvt.|Rp.)
Sept 15, 2016 5:15:02 GMT -7
Post by Pricillia "Cillia" Deus on Sept 15, 2016 5:15:02 GMT -7
Enter: Flashback
Pricillia had given up on counting how long it has been since she has been held captive. The minutes had turned to hours, the hours to days and the days to weeks. Any increase in the number would make her further depressed & she couldn't afford that. She knew that her highest priority was to stay strong and endure. At least until her absence from the Snow Village became apparent, that is. She was the Yukikage, it shouldn't take long, right? Despite hopeful, Pricillia knew that it was foolish, to say the least, to believe that somebody would come to her rescue. It was quite likely that Ace returned to the Snow Village on his own after the meeting with the Takikage & simply reclaimed the throne as one would if there's nobody in command. The more Pricillia gave it thought, the more the likelihood of her abduction's mastermind being Ace himself increased. He seemed to hold some grudge against her for taking down his tower, but even if that wasn't enough of a reason to abduct somebody, there was also the likelihood of him being evil in nature & plain wanting to regain his former authority.
The thought of Lillivelt crossed Pricillia's mind a couple of times but chances were she was also dead. Perhaps she traveled back to Snow with Ace and just didn't make it to the village... "Huh? Why am I thinking about this?" Pricillia spoke, alone in the room. Her eyes were blindfolded, perhaps so she could never see her torturers. Perhaps the mastermind behind her abduction was watching her from the other end of the room every now and then, smiling, enjoying his accomplishment. Enjoying her humiliation. Her weakness. Her pain.
Pricillia heard the familiar heavy steps from outside the room. Loud and audible such, as if someone was stomping over thin sheets of poorly supported metal. Pricillia knew what lied ahead. After three whole days of recovery, it was time for torture again. The worst kind of torture too. Silent torture. Torture when one wouldn't reason with her or ask her questions. Where they didn't care about her status or the money she could give them if they released her. Plain torture for the sake of torture. With her eyes shut, her hearing had gotten better. She could clearly hear the sound of a heavy iron key entering the keyhole of the room's door. The key switched and the door opened with loud creaks.
What followed after that was, what one would expect, torture. The sheet, covering her stripped and by that point, scarred, body would be removed and the torturer would begin, as silent as always. This time, however, he would go beyond the levels of anything he had done before. A thin blade would penetrate Pricillia's flesh at the centre of her chest and would run all the way down to her genitals. The cut wouldn't be deep, but it would be deep enough for Pricillia to feel the cold sensation of blood leaking there, where the knife would cut. She had learned to endure pain during her whole encounter with the kidnappers, so that only brought her to grind her teeth. From that point onwards, however, the pain would become far more intense than that as the torturer would use the already open wound to go along her skin, quite literally, skinning her alive.
For the next three hours, Pricillia lost and regained consciousness more times than she could remember to count. She could feel her skin being removed all around her body. By the end, her blindfolding would also be removed and the same procedure would be applied to her face as well, but not before she'd be blinded by some liquid being dropped in her eyes. Once she was skinned thoroughly, back and front, looking like what a teacher would use to show anatomy to their students, she would thoroughly sprayed with what she would recognize, by scent, as rubbing alcohol (perhaps so she wouldn't get an infection of a sort). The rubbing alcohol in reaction to her blood would make her boil, screaming in pain and after not more than half a minute, fall unconscious yet again.
Once Pricillia would wake up, she would find herself in the same state as she has been before the torture had began. Her fingers, which were definitely skinned before, had skin once more. She would probably label the whole thing a nightmare if it wasn't the burning sensation of the rubbing alcohol still under her skin. She had been healed while she was asleep, likely so she wouldn't die. It was far from the first time her torturers would heal her after she had given up on screaming and crying. There was just one thing Pricillia knew. After such torture, her skin would never again grow at it normally would.
To her misfortune, however, this torture wasn't the first of its sort as it happened 6 more times that week alone and this week of hers, repeated itself three more times, making up for a full month of torture such as this and occasionally, some others as well.Paying: 2,000 Ryo
Thin Skin
Rank: "C"
Type: Augmentation
Effect: User is more susceptible to harm.
Special: To perform: 12 hour; Duration: Permanent
Drawback: ---
Description: Internal - Drawback - Gives Back 5 Augmentation Points. User takes an additional 5 Armour Damage to all types of attacks.
Limit: Must be a Ritualist for Augmentation Rituals.
Cost: Market Price: 9,000 Ryo Performing Price: 2,000 Ryo