Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629123924/@comment-10197675-20140630173119

Within the interest of matters at hand…

The creepy and disturbing man walked into the room closing the door behind him, he stared at his prey with a rather unsettling look upon his face.

“I told you to leave that foul Nord alone” the man strayed around its prey, glaring down at her with a grim smile upon his face.

He spoke once more, “But you did not… you attempted to help him with your ‘lush’ aiding skills, you gave him food and drink… my food and drink, and I got no gold in return.” The man walked over to a nearby wardrobe he slowly opened the door picking up a belt that was hung up inside. The man then carefully walked back towards his prey, which was tied to a small chair. He leant down and brought his mouth to her ear. He quietly whispered, “You will have to pay for your crime miss”.

The m an had a crazed and wild look upon his face and as he brought the belt back gathering up momentum and strength to whip, saliva mixed within his mouth as a congesting yearning for the infliction of pain built. The belt then lashed through the air slashing down onto its targets bare back, and a scream erupted, tears gushed down from her eyes and laughter broke out from the barmen’s heart, as he felt joy ravish his awful mind.

“You should never of helped him my love, YOU KNEW MY TORRENT ANGER WOULD NOT ALOW THAT!”

The h elpless women then screamed even louder as her frail back was bruised and battered by the oncoming torture. She knew not to answer back as that would only lead to something far worse, so she absorbed and took on the beatings hoping that it would soon stop. But it didn’t it only lengthened and the sound of the whip striking the skin loudened as the relentless mad man carried on with the horrid task of punishing his prey.