Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140504164011/@comment-3293219-20140505104458

Cray watched her, astonished by what he had seen...

But now the staff was probably unusable and dangerous to anybody who touched, they probably couldn't even destroy it.

"Put in the chair before she wakes up!" The Imperial snapped, turning back to her.

"I want that staff..."

A few hours later
Iril's wrists, shins and forehead were strapped to a large, metallic chair and she was surrounded by several instruments of torture. The floor beneath her was stained with blood, some of it was still fresh but the majority of it was dry.

Cray stood before her, waiting for her to wake up, turning back on occasion to view several syringes, which were lined up.